ETERNIA - Foul Child lyrics

rate me

It goes born in the eighties, crazy green eyed cupid baby

Lady of the house resembled Princess Di on the daily

Pops had the wild style, guns went puh-pow

Cloned in the silk shirts, linen pants, dressed loud

White tuxedo with the cream interior

When he go out, gold chain, gold watch, leather seats, show out

Hold the brick cellular, drive around with the top down

Pinky ring long nail, daddy's girl, no doubt

I never had a clue cause my daddy kept me clued out

Kingpin drug lord front page shout out

Found out inherited his ego inherit clout

Got the curls and the grams, evil like a Joker mouth

Round about fifth grade I discovered I could lace some words together

Make them rhyme, impress all of my classmates

And I did, that was the beginning of my longest bid

Just like my pops I go blow when my words spit

Uh huh, ever since I was little in middle school spitting riddles

Little do you know what I been through and what I'm capable of

Some take that literal, all y'all underlings pitiful

Middlemen simply get the middle finger with the flick of my thumb

I'm thick-skinned, never dumb, hit the track and I run

Y'all been a bit slow, predictable cause father was calm

I got nothing to prove no more

Comparable to conditions like vegetables

Hit the switch in the booth and I'm done

Look what you made me do, daddy, I commend you

I swore off this rap like a witness swear on biblicals

I could give a uh about making this thing viable

I was born a different type of breed with different molecules

I hate what I see in individuals in industry

I rather back and get my degree and keep my dignity

I know cats think they know what they know when they know it

I know one thing, y'all know nothing where I am going

It goes in the year 2009 my spirit flies high

Unflawed child of God, I left y'all behind

Fine line between the foul and declared divine

You can say what's she rapping about now? That's fine

That's my way of telling you that I don't mince words

I am not a foul child no more, not her

Not now, not ever, back there I'm better

I am too clever to desire what you endeavour

No never can you convince me with rotten cheddar

Or whatever you got up your sleeve or strapped under your sweater

That's cool, you live, you die by that cheap tool

Even in his death L tell you what he went through

Foul child puh-pow where that leave em cold now

Even my own pops is a shadow, just an empty shell

Yeah he failed, I'm just stating facts from my own tale

How you live is what you believe and that's real