Lyrics:
on a checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there
Could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeahh (yeahhh) pay ya fares
Give
cross that I bare (get up)
Drop my kids off in that ho 'cause I pay well for that daycare (what? Wetto)
Knock-knock, who's there? $Carecrow with that
on my city and thinkin' this shit a game (think this shit a game)
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare (ah)
We spray hairpin
Blue schools raised me, Cheerios saved me
Porno stepfather hid is what changed me
He ain't do a good job, he was too lazy
While y'all was in daycare
gonna listen and write you a check
No!
I was so small, barely big enough to crawl
When mother would call me as I stalled by the wall
In the daycare I was
half on the similac and the daycare
But no, she got comfortable at the bottom and wanted to stay there
And I don't know how this gonna turn out so
to play fair
Say your best written shit and school 'em like daycare
But through the sad mess and all of the bad press
I can't recall a time in the past when
in the sandbox
At the daycare center run by ex-cons
Commin' over the first hill
I felt my body jerk
The attendant did not strap me in
I see the loop
daughter was at the daycare and my gal was at the jay
We gots to hurry up and bone, my girl get home at 5:30
She knew somethin was funny, so she came home
Don't let it keep you up nights when you know my friend
You cannot win 'em all, oh no
Exterminator, lawyer, doctor, daycare, dental bill
Hey, now
And mothers with their babies, off to daycare, then to work
I’ll be heading to the alleys ‘cause that’s where the poets lurk
And i’ll be seeing things in
It's been a while
Still she's got that style
Tonight she's gonna make the scene
It's been years
Since she's done anything
But daycare, kids,
fare, knock down, daycare day
Makes no odds that you're there
Makes no odds that you care
Makes no odds anymore
Forever and a dog-down day
Is
you ain't self made
You went from daycare to preschool from K-12 grade
And that's hardwired holding your brain
Not to mention the rules at the house
like a crackhead, workin' for daycare
I remix you then pause
Pussies like you end up on all fours with no drawers
I came through the doors in 1994
when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends
Daycare, child care, tuition, fly gear
Made your bed, gotta lay there
I'm 'bout to start a daycare
My bad side, ain't safe there
All my niggas don't play fair
Seven-figure nigga, you don't
nigga, stay there
Enemy of the state, couple years in the daycare
Saying the Lord's Prayer or maybe As-salamu alaykum
I salute the real niggas, I can
"What the Hell"
You say "This ain't even half of daycare"
Sayin to yourself "This shit ain't fair"
And all my girls who don't get no help
Who
to the
Colonel Kurtz daycare center
For disgruntled youths where it's brilliant
To flee the sheep flock
You're a little teapot homie please
Don't feed the pigeons
heart cold like the north pole, red dot, Rudolph, red laser
I was out here on my own, without a home, not even daycare
Now they know my money long, they
Picked Jamie up at daycare, kids were running shouting as they played
We didn't want to tell him, maybe the governor could have explained
Jamie was
won't ring 'cause the line's gone dead
It's lost in history
Like I said, it's gone
So now we give it all we got
Pick em up at daycare in a state
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
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