Harlem World, Rashad Coes - Not the Kids lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, what let's talk about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ma, I told you
I'm not here to fuss or fight but I see it
All you wanna do is cuss all night
In front of the kids
You tryin' to crush my life
Cuz you know I ain't the
Type that punch my wife
But I see now, who you want me to be
While knee deep in the penile
Tryin' to freestyle
But I see now, people could see
That ain't me
When I bought you the E3, the crib in DC
On GP, bought the Mazda Z3
Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
With a Playstation to stay patient
Cuz right now it's all
About the kid's situation

1 - Please baby girl let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't please don't cry
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right

All Out, yo, yo, yo

One mistake in my life
This chicken head claimin' she white
Jammin' my phone, like damn
She won't leave me alone
Knew she was trife
The way she kept watchin' my ice
Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps
Knowin' she wild, no condoms
She havin' my child now that I'm stuck
She keep key-scratchin' my truck
Actin' all young
Doing it in front of our son
Peeped it before
But didn't want to think she's a whore
Thinkin' it's good
Fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood
Fuckin' up mine
Fuckin' niggas two at a time
But look at her now
Harlem World crook of the town
But look at my rhyme
I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime
And I'm thinkin' Little Huddy must
Have made me calm
So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom
I'mma change my ways now
That my baby's born
And I'mma love you anyway 'till
The day you gone, what

Now let me hear you say uh say uh huh
Let me hear you say uh say uh huh
Now let me hear you say uh say uh huh
Now let me hear you say
Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Chardonnay
I'm wonderin' why these cats
Never celebrate Father's Day
Y'all tellin' a fib
Y'all ain't really take care y'all kids
And y'all motherfuckin' liar if y'all
Say that ya did
Now engaged in phrases, that tired old lines
She was messin' around and
The baby ain't mine but all y'all
Knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog
You don't wanna claim that?
How you explain that?
A ball that y'all shouldn't a got started
Where was you when shorty turned two?
Tell me what whould you do if
The baby caught a flu
You ain't even got a clue, if you do
Tell me how to pursue
But you quick to get hyper
Come mess up my cypher
No dough for no diapers
So why should I like ya?
And you ain't never cared before
So why should we care that you now see 74?

Whoooa, whoooa, yeah whoooa, whoooa
We can work it out whoooa, whoooa
Whoooa, whoaaaa can we start over again?
Whoaaa yeah, yeah, yeah