Baby 12 ft. Pato Lyrics

Curse on these tracks and do my lil dirt

Then I might laugh about it

Thank the lord that we in the burbs, never the public housing

I spit the verses every day, like and no thoughts is flawless

See what I saw, heard what I heard

But I'm never sad about it

I heard you gotta move with love

They hearts is full of malice

Of seconds he be working hard and now his hands is callused

He grabbed his keys hopped in the car and then he board the plane

Nap on the plane and then he touching down across the bay

Palm trees, cool breeze, the rarri with the brights

He do whatever to forget about the lonely nights

Book a trip, light a spliff, whatever numb the pain

yeah

But his momma taught him that its blessing for you

I send a message for you

Like no more lessons for you

Just know this earth is your canvas

It's no directions for you

And you get one shot at this shit make a good impression or two

That's a real man lesson for you

I got 11 kids

But this my 12th one

And I'm dropping them bitches off from my cellphone

When I get home

I might just show out

Just to show you mother fuckers what I'm on about

See I can rap chill

And I can rap mad

And I can rap about the shit that made sad

But I ain't that mad

I said what I said

You didn't look closely

So it went over your head

Cut it went over your head

I'm livin' past you instead

Repeating patterns like before

I almost wish you were dead

Too busy out getting head

I left yo bitch ass on read

And I can't help myself I wonder

If u really my friend

look

Hard times always creepin' on my timeline

Can't catch a fuckin break Im bouncing tween the guidelines

Looking for money any chance that I get

Cuz all this rapping and producing ain't deliver me shit