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[Verse 1]

As a kid all I wanted was to kill a man

Be like my daddy's friends, hopping out that minivan

Chrome '38s spinning like a ceiling fan

Crying on my momma's phone swearing he a different man

Talking to me monotone, hardly ever coming home

Knew he was the villain never been a fan of Superman

Beaten on my momma in the kitchen screaming:

"Bitch you better listen when I speak my mind!"

Used to think he was unbreakable he did fed time

But made sure a nigga plate was full and I shined

Was walking in the first day of school new J's, and all of that

Football was cornerback, never made a game I played for Compton High

But my daddy was the man that would be suicide

Picked me up from visitation in the newest ride

Always told me that he loved me, fuck his foolish pride

As a kid all I wanted was to kill a man

[Hook]

Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot

With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts

Fuck the county building, never seen that

Catch him riding round the city with the seat back

With the seat back, with the seat back

Catch him ride round the city with the seat back

With the seat back, with the seat back

Catch him ride round the city with the seat back

[Verse 2]

As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand

Uncle counting money while my daddy cut him grams

Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands

And it never did said it'd make me be a better man

Smoking in the crib, hiding dip inside of soda cans

Black bandana on his arm, needle in his hand

Momma trying to wake him up, young so I ain't understand

Why she wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him stand

Out in the alley through my window

Drinking Hen' with his homies blowing cig' smoke

Lights flashing now he running from the Winslows

Hear him screaming from my momma at the backdoor

Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch

Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it

As a kid all I wanted a hundred grand

[Hook]

[Bridge: James Fauntleroy]

No, No, No, No

Niggas die everyday don't know how to live, don't know how to make sense

25 to life today just got locked away, all that just to pay rent

Now they're all bound on the slave ship

And they left behind their patience

Thought that'd last them for a little

Pass it down for my kin, ohh

[Hook]

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