šļø "DiKy" is a bold Gangsta HipHop track with dark trap vibes, violin melodies and powerful basslines. This song dives into the raw struggles of single fathers, capturing their resilience, sacrifices, and the fight to stay connected with their children. With impactful lyrics and cinematic energy, DiKy is a track that speaks to the heart and delivers a powerful message about love, strength, and hope.
šæ Release Date: The track will officially be available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, starting February 7th, 2025. But here's your chance to listen to it now, exclusively on Slaps!
āļøYeah Yeah, this oneās for all the real fathers out there.
Left to fight, left to bleed, left to die.
DiKy... weāre still standing.
Wake up in a room that aināt even mine,
Bare walls, cold floors, dicks drawn on the sides.
This aināt no home, itās a joke, Iām stuck in a loop,
While sheās living like a bitch, Iām scrubbing toilets just for clean.
Every paycheckās cracked, barely holding back from eating lead,
Sheās stacking bills, fake smiles while Iām left for dead.
Law says, "See your kids two days a week,"
But my love for them aināt timed, itās deep, canāt be beat.
She donāt see them grow, donāt feel their pain,
They call me crying, "Daddy, when you coming again?"
Iām breaking inside, but Iāve gotta stay cool,
This systemās fuck, and Iām just a tool.
They call me a man, but they stripped my pride,
Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive.
Love my kids, but Iām cast aside,
This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die.
She pops Moet, Iām eating crackers,
Every cent I make, they say she owns a fraction.
Howās a man supposed to build his throne?
When the court takes the bricks and leaves him alone.
Living in my car, dreams locked in the trunk,
Breathing fumes of failure, heartās gone sunk.
But Iām grinding, yeah, fighting, one day Iāll rise,
While sheās buying time with a million lies.
Seen brothers fall, end it all with a rope,
āCause the world stole their kids, stripped their hope.
But I aināt quitting, no, I aināt weak,
For my babies, Iāll crawl, bleed, speak ā never retreat.
They call me a man, but they stripped my pride,
Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive.
Love my kids, but Iām cast aside,
This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die.
They call us broken, but we aināt broke.
They call us failures, but they donāt know.
Weāre the fathers, the fighters, the ones left behind,
But our love aināt for sale, and our souls donāt rewind.
They call me a man, but they stripped my pride,
Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive.
Love my kids, but Iām cast aside,
This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die.
For every father out there fighting,
This aināt the end. Keep fucking pushing.
Your love will always shine through the darkness.
We aināt done yet.more