Astro - Dead Beat lyrics

(Verse) It was a Friday, I was chillin on stealth Moms had to go to work, I couldn’t watch myself I’m thinking I’m chillin with one of my uncles in the park But I had to chill with deadbeat that’s when it got dark When mama broke the news I swear to God I almost shouted But she pay them twenty dollars so I couldn’t get up out it Up in the crib with his bipolar sister, she was insane It was a shame and he don’t really smoke or tappin the vein I’ve seen them do some crazy things Call my mom and sisters some crazy names Almost get beat up on the train from running this lick to a crip with the grip He was really trippin, I knew I had to be different Deadbeat fathers listen (Hook x2) That’s the word that my pop said sponsored links Throw it to me b**h so I’ll have one over my pop’s head That’s the word that my pop said Throw it to me b**h so I’ll have one over my pop’s head (Verse) I thank God for my mama, ’cause pops only brought drama Almost forgot my name messing with that marijuana You wanna be a yady, but never been to Jamaica Our boys had the facts to prove you was a faker Sometimes I thought my making was mistaking How you waiting on your own creation behaving as if there’s no relation? But when I bring the papers in this correlation, If life’s a hotline his responsibility is the call awaiting It’s hard up offside but we inside You got the jeep ride, you blazy Keeping the fun away G Fed me ketchup and vegetables, ketchup and vegetables The devil would make me better food than ketchup and vegetables Ayo devil am I right? You ain’t hop-hop so bring you back ’cause screw that Who that? Call me Mr. Astro Cla**y Flashy whatever you want just not Mr. Bradley (Hook x2) That’s the word that my pop said Throw it to me b**h so I’ll have one over my pop’s head That’s the word that my pop said Throw it to me b**h so I’ll have one over my pop’s head (Verse) Daddy gave me a name and walked away But if he knew that I’d be pay He probably be right here today, He was a debby no debate to him, I dedicate this tape and then got nothing else to say You by your son you’re getting play Clean up your act, oh wait, I’m paid, I probably order you and me 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 father’s never leave me kids Because you never know when they’ll grow up to be. That’s the word that my pop said That’s the word that my pop said That’s the word that my pop said That’s the word that my pop said