Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He don’t do for his kid
Still bragging like he did though
Told me he hate my life
Like I ain’t keep his sins low
Child support hit his check
Now he sayin’ I’m the issue
But I was up late nights
Wiping tears with a tissue
He talk crazy to my baby
Raising voice at a four-year-old?
He a clown in a man suit
Heart empty
Soul so cold
Run around town
Burning bodies
Bragging on who he just hit
Whole time
Little girl waiting
For a daddy that don’t exist
[Chorus]
You a deadbeat
Say it with my chest (yeah)
You ain’t break me
I cleaned up your mess
I’m the one who stayed when it got bad
I’m the mom and the dad that she never had
I’m the one who loves her when you fade
I’m the shelter when the sky turns gray
You can keep your lies and your red flags
I’m the mom and the dad that she never had (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You blame court for your pockets
But you spent that on a new fling
Fake gold ‘round your neck
Couldn’t buy your child a mood ring
Post pics for attention
Never show up for the hard days
I’m counting every small win
You counting who you just played
So when you ask
“Who gone help you?”
Look in the mirror
It ain’t you
I been helping me and her
Way before you came through
We gon’ laugh
We gon’ glow
While you chase your next crash
We ain’t waiting at your doorstep
We too busy building back
[Chorus]
You a deadbeat
Say it with my chest (hey)
You ain’t break me
I cleaned up your mess
I’m the one who stayed when it got bad
I’m the mom and the dad that she never had
I’m the one who loves her when you fade
I’m the shelter when the sky turns gray
You can keep your lies and your red flags
I’m the mom and the dad that she never had (oh yeah)
Style
trap-soul/r&b ballad with female vocals over moody piano and spacious 808sclose-mic intimate tone. verse sits in a confessional pocket; hook explodes with stacked harmonies and pitched ad-libs. subby bass and sparse percussion leave space for raw storytelling; final chorus adds airy pads and octave-doubled lead to lift the emotion.
Prompt
He don’t do for his kid, told me he hate my life, child support took his funds. He talk to my daughter crazy. HES a dead beat dad. He run around town burning bitches. When you gone help me, female
Credits
Prompt by
GoldShine
GoldShineGeneratedApr 4, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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