Letras

[Intro]
B-B-Buck Rowe
[Chorus]
I be rappin', braggin' 'bout all that gangsta shit that I did
But what's really gangsta is me bein' there for my kids
That's gangsta
I'm a better father than mines was, mines wasn't there
He wasn't
I remember askin' my mother, "Why Daddy disappear?"
Why?
Man, she ain't had an answer, then she died from cancer
Then me and my lil' brothers became a burden on Grandma
Ah
Growin' up in the projects, no father, no mother
I gotta figure all this shit out, I'm the oldest brother
I got it
[Verse 1]
So eventually, a **** start hustlin'
Got shot, start shootin' ****, all that shit come with it
It do
Beefin' over drug money, respect our territory
I be feelin' like Biggie and Nas when I'm tellin' stories
Nah
Still down to spin the block and go hit them **** up
Bang
But I prefer to drop my kids off at school and pick 'em up
Been there and done that, all that street shit is played out
Me and wifey in the crib buildin' the kids a new playhouse
Ha, ha, ha
[Verse 2]
All my kids bring out the lil' kid in me
I be doin' things with them I wish my father did with me
Facts
I turned out okay, I survived, it wasn't that hard
Now my kids got they own swimming pool in they backyard
We lit
[Verse 3]
But certain **** know if I get the call
For them a **** got it goin', strap up and risk it all
What's up?
Crazy how a **** think, but that's how a **** think
Yeah
That's how shit be, I ain't actin' like my shit don't stink
Nah
We live by a certain code, ****'ll never break it
Never
If the love ain't real, what's gon' show? You can never fake it
Uh-huh
The same shit I got, I want for my **** too
Want everybody to shine, still feel like we got the illest crew
Yeah
[Chorus]
Thinkin' 'bout all the gangsta shit that I did
Like, what's really gangsta is me bein' there for my kids
I'm a better father than mines was, mines wasn't there
He wasn't
I remember askin' my mother, "Why Daddy disappear?"
Why?
Man, she ain't had an answer, then she died from cancer
Then me and my lil' brothers became a burden on Grandma
Ah
Growin' up in the projects, no father, no mother
I gotta figure all this shit out, I'm the oldest brother
Written by: Leonard Carl Grant
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