DEAD BEAT MOMS

[Intro] Turn me up Turn me up a little bit more More [Chorus] Good cop, bad cop, good dad, bad The good die young or end up in jail Single parent household with no mother My homeboy had to potty train his daughter Dead beat moms at an all time high Dead beat moms at an all time high [Verse] Dead beat moms at an all time high IG page filled with nothing but lies Did it for the 'Gram, bitch, I thought you knew It's hard to help somebody in some brand new shoes Mind over matter, you can do that shit Give me a hundred pounds, I can move that shit Trap with my momma out my apartment unit I hooped in boxer shorts whеn I was locked in juvie Same phonе number from back in the day Might get a text from a jay asking for yay When you was watching the throne and looked at me I had the only felony on disturbing the peace [?] on the rise, I retired from pies Bought a couple of P's, dot a couple of I's Who gon' take them kids to school? Need to prioritize Make the track [?] easy like we [?] This the takeover flow, family still gotta eat No matter who in the church, the preacher still gotta preach Two pistols under the seat, a girl tripped to the beat Now how you fly and your kids ain't got nothing to eat? See that ain't none of my business, I'm just saying what I see My partner had him a daughter, taught her personal hygiene Heard she just had twins named Chanel and Celine Now that's a whole lot of baggage if you know what I mean [Interlude] [Chorus] Good cop, bad cop, good dad, bad The good die young or end up in jail Single parent household with no mother My homeboy had to potty train his daughter Dead beat moms at an all time high Dead beat moms at an all time high [Outro]