Got me goin' crazy

Hustlin' for my baby

Times gettin' shady

Hustlin' for my baby





Am I doing it right? Sometimes, I don't know

I'm tryin' so hard, but will it ever show

Money can't buy love, then money can't pay the bills

And love can't pay the doctor when my little girl's ill

I'm strugglin'

Tryna make things right

With what little I have, money's so damn tight

Got a dead-end job that pays half the minimum

Most my dollars, to the, bills, I'm givin' 'em

Tired of this

Being broke all the time

Got dreams of making it big, spittin' these rhymes

And I'm tired of seeing my little baby girl cry

Cause her friends got what she don't have, she wanna know why

What kind of daddy am I?

To give her life so rough

I keep tryin', but it seems like it's never enough

At the end of the day, when I'm tired and unhappy

My baby says "No matter what, I still love ya, daddy"









Livin' life ghetto

Broke as fuck

Got a world full of drama, dealin' with my baby's mama

Tryin' to be a man, the perfect dad for my baby

With a mama on my back, damn, it's drivin' me crazy

Sometimes, I feel I'm losin' my mind

But I got a little girl, so I'm keepin' in line

Tryin' to maintain in a world so cold

Tryna keep a real job in a world where drugs are sold

Got a job, breakin' my back, a one bedroom shack

And there's always drivebys where my baby's school is at

What kind of life is this

For my daughter to see

But this is all that I can afford, so this is where we gotta be

Fuck that I had it

Livin' life scandalous

I gotta change somethin' cause my mind just can't handle this

Diggin' to my pockets and see what I got

Make a move, now I'm the new dog spot on the block

Damn









I thought life would get better

By slangin' some rocks

But it's only getting worse cause it's so damn hot

And then if I get caught, tell me how's that gonna look

With me headin' up state

And my baby gettin' took

Away from my daddy

My life would end

Lord, tell me why they make good money, I must sin

It ain't about me, so I ain't being greedy

And if you got kids, then you know it ain't easy

Workin' 9 to 5 for your baby, doing it right

Barely making enough to pay the rent and the light

And so on and so on, it gets no better

But now I'm kickin' rhymes, bout to make major cheddar

Tryna make it happen and I got a good shot

Doing it all for my daughter cause she's all that I got

Tryna make my baby girl proud of her daddy

Someone that could floss her in a brand new Caddy