Sterling Hayes - Father’s Son lyrics
rate meSuicide, 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