"Report Card Day" lyrics
Give 'em what they want
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Yeah, yeah
I used to wanna be a baller, a shot caller (Shot caller)
With 26s on my Impala (Impala)
That's until I had a son and a daughter (Son and a daughter)
And I decided that I'd rather be a father (Rather be a father)
I'm still gettin' money, got you pussies hot and bothered
Never stop fightin', call me Hurricane Carter
I was grindin' harder when they reprised my charges
I was gettin' money but I fucked up my priorities
Lesson learned, I had to be patient, had to wait my turn
Mr. Trip ain't welcome in this bitch as far as they concerned
They ain't want me eatin' at their table then the tables turned
I'm like Homer Simpson, except I don't work for Mr. Burns
Why you got your hands out? I got nothin' to give away
Ran into a rat the other day, I had to shake and bake
Mama had to scrap just so we wouldn't stay in Section 8
She did damn good, so just let me set the record straight
Mama ain't want nobody to know that we was broke, I think it hurt her pride
Problem is, I'm far too fuckin' arrogant to tuck it high
Let's go get this bag, then let's go have a blast
I was breakin' down bales, had me always late to class
And I never been ashamed of all the errors in my past (Past)
Fuck them, what be scared of, who gon' whoop my ass?
Babies come first, I would give 'em all my last
It feel mighty damn good to be a dad (Dad)
I used to wanna be a baller, a shot caller (Shot caller)
Yeah, with 26s on my Impala (Impala)
That's until I had a son and a daughter
Then I said, "Fuck this shit, I rather be a father" (Rather be a father)
They know daddy's a guerrilla though, regardless
I got fully automatics and revolvers
The streets don't let nobody back, the streets is heartless
I pray to God I get to die from natural causes
I just keep the paper flowin' like a faucet
One life to live, we can't rewind this shit or pause it (This shit or pause it)
Be a baller (Be a baller), a shot caller (A shot caller)
Uh, uh, yeah, with 26s on my Impala (Impala)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah, that's until I had a son and a daughter (And a daughter)
Then I said, "Fuck this shit, I rather be a father"
I said, "Fuck this shit, I'd rather be-" (Give 'em what they want)
Long live Pif
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Yeah, yeah
I used to wanna be a baller, a shot caller (Shot caller)
With 26s on my Impala (Impala)
That's until I had a son and a daughter (Son and a daughter)
And I decided that I'd rather be a father (Rather be a father)
I'm still gettin' money, got you pussies hot and bothered
Never stop fightin', call me Hurricane Carter
I was grindin' harder when they reprised my charges
I was gettin' money but I fucked up my priorities
Lesson learned, I had to be patient, had to wait my turn
Mr. Trip ain't welcome in this bitch as far as they concerned
They ain't want me eatin' at their table then the tables turned
I'm like Homer Simpson, except I don't work for Mr. Burns
Why you got your hands out? I got nothin' to give away
Ran into a rat the other day, I had to shake and bake
Mama had to scrap just so we wouldn't stay in Section 8
She did damn good, so just let me set the record straight
Mama ain't want nobody to know that we was broke, I think it hurt her pride
Problem is, I'm far too fuckin' arrogant to tuck it high
Let's go get this bag, then let's go have a blast
I was breakin' down bales, had me always late to class
And I never been ashamed of all the errors in my past (Past)
Fuck them, what be scared of, who gon' whoop my ass?
Babies come first, I would give 'em all my last
It feel mighty damn good to be a dad (Dad)
I used to wanna be a baller, a shot caller (Shot caller)
Yeah, with 26s on my Impala (Impala)
That's until I had a son and a daughter
Then I said, "Fuck this shit, I rather be a father" (Rather be a father)
They know daddy's a guerrilla though, regardless
I got fully automatics and revolvers
The streets don't let nobody back, the streets is heartless
I pray to God I get to die from natural causes
I just keep the paper flowin' like a faucet
One life to live, we can't rewind this shit or pause it (This shit or pause it)
Be a baller (Be a baller), a shot caller (A shot caller)
Uh, uh, yeah, with 26s on my Impala (Impala)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah, that's until I had a son and a daughter (And a daughter)
Then I said, "Fuck this shit, I rather be a father"
I said, "Fuck this shit, I'd rather be-" (Give 'em what they want)
Long live Pif
