Got No Kids Songtext
von Ryan Carter

Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang)
Ain′t gonna catch me in no shit (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids


People always asking for the key
When your independent you are free
'Til you are a loser you can′t be me
Don't take much to get famous in 2016
Once a year, keep a album comin'
Every year another album comin′
Started rappin in ′96
My hand has never touched on a clit
I been recording for years with no freaking help
Publishing on my own, with no financial help
I'm like Weird Al dude, I ain′t normal, jigga
Just a suburban dude out of Detroit, Michigan, jigga
That street talk, that's foreign to me!

Special dick talk here fuck!
Yeah my balls brown as mud damn near
We still stalkin′ millionares! shit!
We gon' gross you out, I swear
You gon′ think I'm fucking psycho
You ain't heard nothin′ like this shit
I′m bout to copyright this shit

Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids (slang)
We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang)
Ain't gonna catch me in no shit (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids

Haters, haters, none of ya′ll are on my radar
Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar
Haters, haters, none of ya′ll are on my radar
No, no, none of ya'll, none ya′ll even on my radar


Wake up in the courtroom, I'm facing charges
Jump up on the judge's bench, fuck the charges
Expose my dick on the court steps
Case y′all ain′t notice, I ain't sane yet
Girls know I bout to come
Soon as they hear that uh, uh, uh (RIGHT!)

Y′all know the difference right
From rap facts and fiction, right?
Real life I hate Hoes
Real life I got goals
In real life they praise me?
In real life. Hell naw!

Ancestors reverent (true), saw much sufferin (yep)
I fear police (ok), my life different (fo sho)

Educated scholar (WHAT ELSE?)
My prez is black (WHAT ELSE!)
Fuck the others (HA!)
God bless you all, I wish the best to ya'll
Don′t get mad at me!
I'm just a writer ya′ll!

Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids
We see em in parks, we gonna run from them (slang)
Ain't gonna catch me in no shit (slang)
Got no kids, kids, kids
Got no kids, kids, kids

Haters, haters, none of ya'll are on my radar
Haters, haters, none of ya′ll are on my radar
Haters, haters, none of ya′ll are on my radar
No, no, none of ya'll, none ya′ll even on my radar
Nightmares in America!