Baby Mama - NBA Meechy Baby

Once you tell me you gon' ride for a nigga

4KTrey, you down to die for a nigga

Nobody safe, you down to lie for a nigga

Two twenty-threes, them bullets flyin' at a nigga

Too many problems with my baby mama

Beefin' with my baby mama

On the phone with NDS, he got me ventin' to my mama

I’m just tryna raise my son, I ain’t tryna be a problem

What you don’t realize, I’m still sellin' food in a bottle

First hundred thousand dollars, I still ain’t move out the bottom

Talkin' child support, fuck that child support, you know I got you

Only time I see my son on FaceTime, I watch him smile

I’m tryna see him grow up, I’m tryna see him go to college

Got me dealin' with depression, lately, I ain’t rally been smiling

Tryna drop a bag, homicide, tryna catch a body

All of this pain that I go through, I got devil inside m

I been thinkin' violent, speak on me and I’m droppin' it

Ridin' 'round the city talkin' murder with my partner, yeah

Mouth full of golds, but you don’t never see me smilin', yeah

Cutthroat like I’m Simba, my partner, he’ll slime me, yeah

He might shoot me in my back for my gift and 'cause I’m grindin', yeah

I don’t trust my own blood, I see through all that Spalding, yeah

He’ll kill me for this heroin, kill me for these Roxys, yeah

But I’m a grimy-ass nigga, yeah, you know that I’m on now

Letter C just called my phone and say, «You got another warrant,» yeah

Baby mama callin' my phone flexin', I ain’t even on that

I’m just tryna be a good daddy, you trippin', why you on that?

I’m just tryna raise my son

I’m just tryna raise my son

Once you tell me you gon' ride for a nigga

4KTrey, you down to die for a nigga

Nobody safe, you down to lie for a nigga

Two twenty-threes, them bullets flyin' at a nigga

Too many problems with my baby mama

On the phone late night, and I’m arguin' with my baby mama

I ain’t tryna beef with my baby mama

I still got love for my baby mama

All that shit that we done been through, all that shit that we done did

Everything changed since we done had a kid

Say we gon' coparent, shit, it is what it is

I want my son in the same house, I wan' watch him grow and live

I want that love like Aunt Viv and Uncle Phil

Yeah, fuck Baton Rouge, I wanna raise him in Beverly Hills

But this ain’t no sitcom, this real life, this shit real (This real life,

this shit real)

This real life, this shit real

Real life, this shit real (Meechy Baby)