Issue No 134 Nate Lyrics
Nate by Issue No. 134
Feat. James Fauntleroy
As a kid, all I wanted was to kill a man
Be like my daddy friends, hopping out that mini van
Spin it like it's in the fam, crying on my momma phone
Swearing you a different man, talking to me monotone
Hardly ever coming home. Louie was the vin, never been a fan of Superman
Beating on my momma in the kitchen,
Screaming "bitch, you better listen when I speak my mind
Used to think he was unbreakable, he did fair time
But made sure nigga's pay was full and I shined
Walking in the front day of school, new J's and all of that football
I was quarterback, never made a game, I play for Compton High
But my daddy was the man, that would be suicide
Picked me up at visitation, and I knew t'was right
Always told me, dad he loved me, fuck, it screwed his pride
As a kid, all I wanted was to kill a man
(Hook)
Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot
But the caddy tinted, fuck handouts
Fuck the counter bidder, never seen that
Catch a ride around the city, with the seat back
With the seat back, with the seat back
(Verse)
As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand
Uncle countin' money while my daddy cuttin' grams
Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands
And it never did, said it make me be a better man
Smoking in the crib, hiding dippers in the soda cans
Black bandannas, armors on, need a (???)
Momma tryna wake him up, that's what I don't understand
She wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him
Stayig out in the alley, by my window
Trip the hair with his homies, blow a six smoke
Lights flash, now we running from the wiz slows
(???) screaming at my momma from the back door
Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch
Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it
As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand
(Hook)
As a kid, all I wanted was to kill a man
Be like my daddy friends, hopping out that mini van
Spin it like it's in the fam, crying on my momma phone
Swearing you a different man, talking to me monotone
Hardly ever coming home. Louie was the vin, never been a fan of Superman
Beating on my momma in the kitchen,
Screaming "bitch, you better listen when I speak my mind
Used to think he was unbreakable, he did fair time
But made sure nigga's pay was full and I shined
Walking in the front day of school, new J's and all of that football
I was quarterback, never made a game, I play for Compton High
But my daddy was the man, that would be suicide
Picked me up at visitation, and I knew t'was right
Always told me, dad he loved me, fuck, it screwed his pride
As a kid, all I wanted was to kill a man
(Hook)
Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot
But the caddy tinted, fuck handouts
Fuck the counter bidder, never seen that
Catch a ride around the city, with the seat back
With the seat back, with the seat back
(Verse)
As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand
Uncle countin' money while my daddy cuttin' grams
Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands
And it never did, said it make me be a better man
Smoking in the crib, hiding dippers in the soda cans
Black bandannas, armors on, need a (???)
Momma tryna wake him up, that's what I don't understand
She wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him
Stayig out in the alley, by my window
Trip the hair with his homies, blow a six smoke
Lights flash, now we running from the wiz slows
(???) screaming at my momma from the back door
Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch
Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it
As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand
(Hook)