Blu - Child Support lyrics

[Sample 1] [Verse 1 - Blu:] Yo I was yay high Sitting like a baller... calling shots 80 blocks, put it on the line for the slaughter Real J serving n***as base 'til I k** breaks Ugh, Spill a little water for my daughter Still face and it tastes sweeter than your water, dope No love n***as catching... for the food You a fool tryna park on the block, balls, hot sauce! Red burns with that arm chopped off Don't get your block chopped up, when that Glock pop hot shot! As the important cha cha [?] Ayo money green jealousy run deep in my dungarees Clutch heat Hot as the hell I'm pulling from underneath That boy Barnes a f**ing beast she want a piece I wanna piece for them cold nights hugging my piece f** ducking police up in the street nothin' but grief They want the food you eat my G no love! [Sample 2] [Sample 3] [Sample 4] [Verse 2 - Blu:] Ayo, Andrews, boy I'm the Boss The address on my neck, became the [?] To [?] cut it up, cut it out I made it out through the paper routes And now we back like the sacs from the drought You chicken back to the house Baby bags in your mouth To save these stacks if it's only eighty hops we out! I got the whip, gotta as far the block Was on the dip from the strip, [?], you need a life n***a Reading my rights once forced me to read and write Green light, I hit them n***as like I had 3 strikes Your lucky, pen is rusty sometimes it gets muddy in the sunny Where it only rain Money, play dummy Be the billionaire boy with the bunny I'm tryna stay out the game, young n***as wanna bang for me They hear my name and throw they chain for me We bout to get it cause it's n***as who don't, simple as that with it [Verse 3 - Blu:] If she need it, I get it If she want it I'm on it She got it, my [?] 100 percent My n***a pompous is prince, parking the whip playing Pac I'm pondering if I should pop sh** like my paps My level is like that, she credit incredible with that ice action Get your life back, get your prize snatched If you want it no need to covet, it's covered, my cup runneth over It's nothing, it's more normal to find a syringe for you [?] on the block real, but still I spit formal The streets my money's formed, we run em, n***as torn We [?], you [?], get your feelings torn Get a reason to love life, we busting just to keep blood pumping Crush mics when we touch life, spending ones like we spend the funds Get the huns like we used to get the guns when we did the runs Steady counting with my lady steady bouncing, baby ain't even counting the age n***a we getting thousands Give her hundreds when I wanna give the world Pop them n***as life for my baby... [Sample:] Family!