[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Tough times don't last, but tough people do
I father niggas the way Wayne and Puff reproduce
Little rap bastards, running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them to go hard with stunting?
And who you think showed them that those broads was nothing?
And who you think showed them that those cars was something?
And when Father's Day came, I got no card or nothing
So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain't out here pulling these hoes' cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck, y'all made em queens
Watching sports with a chick who got ballplayer dreams -- swish
I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house -- y'all look into home loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn'tve sold, holmes
So this the foreclosure of the wanna-be
If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank-yous, you never sent one to me
Let's pray for 'im, y'all repeat this one with me
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"
Tough times don't last, but tough people do
I father niggas the way Wayne and Puff reproduce
Little rap bastards, running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them to go hard with stunting?
And who you think showed them that those broads was nothing?
And who you think showed them that those cars was something?
And when Father's Day came, I got no card or nothing
So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain't out here pulling these hoes' cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck, y'all made em queens
Watching sports with a chick who got ballplayer dreams -- swish
I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house -- y'all look into home loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn'tve sold, holmes
So this the foreclosure of the wanna-be
If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank-yous, you never sent one to me
Let's pray for 'im, y'all repeat this one with me
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"
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