Blu - Child Support lyrics

Yo I was yay high, sittin' like a baller
Calling shots 80 blocks
Put it on the line for the slaughter
Real J serving niggas base and I kill breaks
Spill a little water for my daughter
Still face and it tastes
Sweeter than your water, dope
No love, niggas catching for the food
You a fool tryna park on the block, balls
Hot sauce

Red barns with that arm chopped off
Don't get your block chopped up
When that Glock pop hot shot
As the important cha cha
Ayo money green jealousy run
Deep in my dungarees, clutch heat
Hot as the hell I'm pullin' from underneath
That boy Barnes a fucking beast
She want a piece
I wanna piece for them cold nights
Huggin' my piece
Fuck ducking police up in the
Street nothin' but grief
They want the food you eat my G no love!

Ayo Andrews, boy I'm the boss
The address on my neck, became a man
Take it off to cut it up
Cut it out I made it
Out through the paper routes
And now we back like the
Sacs from the drought
You chicken back to the house
Baby bags in your mouth
To save these stacks if it's
Only eighty hops we out
I got the whip, got as far the block
Was on the dip from the strip
Caught a line from you need a life nigga
Reading my rights once forced me
To read and write, green light

I hit them niggas like I had 3 strikes
Your lucky, pen is rusty sometimes it gets
Muddy in the sunny
Where it only rain Money, play dummy
Be the billionaire boy with the bunny
I'm tryna stay out the game
Young niggas wanna bang for me
They hear my name and throw they chain for me
We bout to get it cause
It's niggas who don't
Simple as that with it

If she need it, I get it
If she want it I'm on it
She got it, my 100 percent
My nigga pompous as Prince
Parking the whip playing Pac
I'm pondering if I should pop
Shit like my Pops my level is like that
She credit incredible with that ice action
Get your life back, get your prize snatched
If you want it no need
To covet, it's covered, my cup runneth over
It's nothing
It's more normal to find a syringe for you
More on the block real
But still I spit formal
The streets my money's formed, we run em
Niggas torn
We warn for you, get your feelings torn

Get a reason to love life
We busting just to keep blood pumpin'
Crush mics when we touch life
Spending ones like we spend the funds
Get the huns like we used to get the guns
When we did the runs
Steady counting with my lady steady bouncin'
Baby ain't even counting the age nigga
We getting thousands
Give her hundreds when I wanna give the world
Pop them niggas life for my baby

FAMILY!