Sterling Hayes - Father’s Son lyrics

rate me

Suicide, I thought about it, really need to talk about it

I don't really talk at all, I know dogs don't bark at all

I know niggas boxed in, inherited their pops' sins

Drink, smoke, don't give a fuck

Smoke, drink, I'm sipping pink

I don't sleep, I don't blink, yeah, I'm crazy, what you think?

My granddaddy fucked me up, my uncle daddy fucked me up

My cousin daddy fucked me up, my friend’s daddy fucked me up

Nigga, I can't give a fuck

God, what do you want from me? I'll give my help for free

Yeah, I still talk slang, yeah, I still talk change

All my niggas gang bang, all my niggas bear arms

Better watch your hands, boy

Open head, that's a closed casket, case closed, save peso

I’m 5'7, still fighting niggas, one call ignite niggas

I'm God bless in this dark flesh

To make it out hella complex, from the compets to the complex

‘Bout to blow this a bomb threat

Block hot like I'm that, bitch, I'm next, it’s obvious

Little niggas want to copy us

Paste me on the front page

Trying to be well paid, trying to be self-made

I keep it one-thirty, these bitches fucking early

They ain't trustworthy, bitch, I don't trust none

Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father’s son

Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father’s son

Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father’s son

Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one