Report Card Day lyrics

[Intro]
Give 'em what they want
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
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 gеttin' money but I f*cked up my priorities
Lеsson learned, I had to be patient, had to wait my turn
Mr. Trip ain't welcome in this b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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)
f*ck 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, "f*ck this sh*t, 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 sh*t or pause it (This sh*t 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
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, that's until I had a son and a daughter (And a daughter)
Then I said, "f*ck this sh*t, I rather be a father"
I said, "f*ck this sh*t, I'd rather be—" (Give 'em what they want)
Long live Pif