"DEAD BEAT MOMS" lyrics

Turn me up...
Turn me up a little bit more
More!

Good cop, bad cop
Good dad, bad
The good die young or end up in jail
Single parent household with no mother
My homeboy had to potty train his daughter

Deadbeat moms at an all-time high
Deadbeat moms at an all-time high
Deadbeat moms at an all-time high

IG page filled with nothing but lies
Did it for the 'Gram, bitch I thought you knew
It's hard to help somebody in some brand new shoes

Mind over matter, you can do that shit
Give me a hundred pounds, I can move that shit
Trapped with my momma out my apartment unit
And hooped in boxer shorts while I was locked in juvie

Same phone number from back in the day
Might get a text from a jay asking for yay
When you was watching the throne, it looked at me
I had the only felony on disturbing the peace

Skillset on the rise
I retired from pies
Bought a couple of P's, dot a couple of I's
Who gon' take them kids to school? Need to prioritize

Make the track breathe easy like we in Lamaze
This that takeover flow, family still gotta eat
No matter who in the church, the preacher still gotta preach

Two pistols under the seat, a girl trip to the beach
Now how you fly and your kids ain't got nothing to eat?
See, that ain't none of my business, I'm just saying what I see

My partner had him a daughter, taught her personal hygiene
Heard she just had twins named Chanel and Celine
Now that's a whole lot of baggage if you know what I mean

Good cop, bad cop
Good dad, bad
The good die young or end up in jail
Single parent household with no mother
My homeboy had to potty train his daughter
Deadbeat moms at an all-time high
Deadbeat moms at an all-time high