Testo O.G. - Daz Dillinger
Testo della canzone O.G. (Daz Dillinger), tratta dall'album Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back
What the fuck is this?
Child support paper? What?
You didn't have to file on me
You turned my child on me
Why you have to file on me?
You turned my child on me
As I lay myself to sleep at night
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, so I can try to do right
There's no one else that I can turn to
I'm asking a favor or just once, oh Jesus Christ, Lord, I'm asking you
Came to this world a young baby, knowing life is crazy
Promise to live the righteous life for the path of my babies
Watch the cloud spreads and it sheds my heart
My relationship done fell apart
Don't know where it ended, sure can't tell you just how it started
She filed child support and it's really cold-hearted
I've been taking care of you and the kids all my life
Mad at me 'cause I would make you my wife
I've done a lot of crazy things in my days
Killing to get that repping name, robbing just to get paid
Now how much more can I bear? And I explode inside
And still asking myself why
You didn't have to file on me
You turned my child on me
Why you have to file on me?
You turned my child on me
I'm like what? Child support?
Man, whoever thought I'd be getting filed on?
You know what I'm saying?
Do gangstas get filed on child support?
Hell yeah, they do
I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew
Child support, do I got something for 'em?
I walk by faith and not by sight
Living day by day, praying night after night
'Cause I sin so much, so much lust, lust, lust
And every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch, touch, touch
You think I'm doing too much or what?
I'm dating the preacher's daughter and getting her tore up
And every time she drinks, she gets drunks and throw up
If I'm on the spot, you know she's serving all my yola
Lick in her vest from the back bent over
Now she eight months, got me buying baby clothes and a stroller
Writing the lawyer, talking 'bout how I owe her
Wrote him back, I can't do a damn thing for ya
All I can do is just take care of my daughter
Thirty days later, I got a court order
She filed on me
Cold game, she filed on me
You didn't have to file on me
You turned my child on me
Why you have to file on me?
You turned my child on me
Now I'm sitting in court and she trying to get everything
From my house to my cars and my gold rings
Trying to drain a brother just like Drano
You know, the same old
Situations occur, got me sitting on the curb
Smoking a bomb joint, trying to prove my point
Every night I hit the marijuana, thinking it'll take away the pain
Wake up the next morning and things still the same
I did so much to get so little
Paid more than the court even asked of me
But loving no more? Not even a parlay?
And you want me to pay?
It's not like it's for my baby
It's more like for you and your nigga
Why you have to lie on me and turn my child?
You didn't have to file on me
You turned my child on me
Why you have to file on me?
You turned my child on me
You didn't have to file on me
You turned my child on me
Why you have to file on me?
You turned my child on me
Credits
Writer(s): Shante Franklin, Cameron Thomaz, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Jeremy Kulousek, James Massie, Eric Allan Dan
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