Stro The Mc - Deadbeat lyrics

[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...