[Verse 1: Astro]
It was a Friday, I was chilling all stealth
Moms had to go to work, I couldn't watch myself
I'm thinking I'm chilling with one of my uncles in the park
But I had to chill with Deadbeat, that's when it got dark
When mama brought the news I swear to God I almost shouted
But she paid him 20 dollars, so I couldn't get up out it
Up in the crib, with his bipolar sister, she was insane
It was a shame, inhaling the smoke or tapping the vein
I've seen them do some crazy things
Call my mom and sister some crazy names
Almost got beat up on the train
From running his lip to a crip with the grip
He was really tripping, I knew I had to be different
Deadbeat fathers, listen:
[Hook: Astro]
(COME BAD BOY!)
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
(COME BAD BOY!)
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
(COME BAD BOY!)
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
(COME BAD BOY!)
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
[Verse 2: Astro]
I thank God for my mama, cause pops only brought drama
Almost forgot my name, messing with that marijuana
You wanna be a yardie but never been to Jamaica
I always had the facts to prove he was a faker
Sometimes I thought my making was mistaken
How are you hating on your own creation, behaving
As if there's no relation?
But when I bring the papes in theres correlation
If Life is a hotline, his responsibility is the caller waiting
It's hot up out-side, but we're inside
You've got the Jeep ride, you're lazy, keeping the fun away, G
Fed me ketchup and vegetables - ketchup and vegetables
The devil would make me better food than ketchup and vegetables
Ayyo devil, am I right? (True that) You ain't hip-hop, so bring you back yo
Screw that! Who that? Call me mister Astro, cla**y, flashy
Whatever you want, just not mister Bradley
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Astro]
Daddy gave me a name, then walked away
But if he knew that I'd be payed
He'd probably be right here today
He was a deadbeat, no debate
To him I dedicate this tape
And ain't got nothing else to say
Yeah, by your son you're getting played
Clean up your act oh wait, I'm paid
I'll probably order you a maid
Ripping it on stage is how I stick it to your face
I'm going extra over beats because I know you're watching me
So fathers, never leave your kids
Because you'll never know what they'll grow up to be
[Outro]
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...