Lyrics:
thank you, heavenly Father
For shining your light on me
It's been a long time
Since I had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to thee
They never
Of rap I’m just rappin my rap the way I feel i wanna rap
You niggas never had style to be claiming a style
like You actually father’d that
Y’all don’t be
Tainted past steeped in fear and denial
Terrified of emotion so it scare me to smile
All that pain my heart's feeling, merely a trial?
Time to break
father was a fool and he repped the precinct
Karma can be cruel to the less than decent
Fuck you
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
make it up with style on that punk tip
Prove it how I'm moving with the crew, get down to business
Runing laps, avoiding traps, I'm getting lost so pull
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
half one
Rest of it was spent eating a shit ton
2 parents, a little brother, his only son
One step, the other father is on the run
2 parents connected by
the nice things
Just run and try to grab the gun
'cause shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn
There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack
Your father has a Cadillac
In California you moved back
In 2016 I was 19
You can do the math
You're 27 beamed from heaven
Just what I have always
told Bolde, its only a matter of time
I change rides, slip into something with flava and style
I told Bolde
Whatever you got throw at the boy, its more
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
myself
I grew up poor no food no i never had the wealth
I grew up without a father and that was lowkey a blessing
Cause by him not being there it taught me
to a style that I invented
To me be remembered means your time is finished
And I'd rather be the reminder with the minor presence
Not a quick rise
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
Father's telling me Yo father what you tellin' me? Daddy, daddy don't like me (SFX of a lion)
He said Daddy, Daddy the refridgerater's by the gate (SFX ofa
Driving down the road while you are sitting next to me
Got that old Chevy fixed, the way that it has to be
When an old school-style country song is
Ima stay right by your side
I know that life is crazy
Ima stay right by your side
I know that life is crazy
All I'm thinking baby
Is Ima stay right
strode with giants the globetrotter
Spit Goldschläger and molt' lava
The old father of flows
There's no one that goes harder
I'm the Al-Qaeda style writer
it bleed out
The devil fuckin' with me, 'cause God gave me style
Diamonds in my mouth, what is you about?
Back against the wall, time is runnin' out
then my girl on a centerfold
See father time in the rearview though
Man push that envelope
Levels are critical
Do what it takes
Just to WIN
I'm on my way
Knew I was the man way back in 06
When I copped the style
That’s when I got sick
Stuntin I’m the shxt
Got more flair than Ric
This medicine stop
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