Lyrics:
you in awe
Left them niggas in the states like I was Patrick Mccaw
Rivers it fill with the glimmer of God
The best that it gets like I fathered Asahd I
the sun, I'm feeling Joseph Jackson
You rappers is my son, I fathered all you niggas talent
Lay on my chest, she feel my heartbeat rumble with passion
She
Support the troops of death
Drone strikes 10,000 lives
Kill for profit better not ask why
Kill for power powerless you'll die
Military man fathered
Streets fathered me but now the streets dead to me
I made my peace wit becoming a bastard
This a calm walk for a big steppa
If I palm a jawn it's to get
tense, it's
Cycles I've seen, every Michael had Jean
I fathered my problems cause I didn't have ending
Both ends are short, can't seem to stick with it
Nash
Cuz rappers be my suns
Fathered all your flows
Melting ice but my wrist froze
Never caught lacking so there they go
Watch me blow right now,
Dead
through these trenches I'm comfortable
I fathered these niggas I'm sunning you
You ain't on gang I'm donning
I do what ever I wanna do
This Nigga want beef
life's been living in a dream
Fathered, mothered
Oh, boys have all just smothered you
And borrowed sorrow
Aw, did they love you?
Help me, teach me
Men
like me
I came into the booth with a warm up
Guarantee a next man didn't stretch like me
Lowkey, came like an MP40
Fathered the game
Like I went
be
And I been that nigga since niggas were free
When there was a king I fathered the heir
When there was a throne I sat on the chair
Securing the bag
as terracotta
Giving discipline to the MCs I fathered
Even if they're lost I'm feeding my people manna
The flows go just as deep as the rage
You might drown if
to chicks my standards are set between
Goddess and angels, I fathered some nephilims
The EP coming soon cold blooded for amphibians
Young Broke and Nigerian
them bad vibes
Guts for the glory
Not too many shorties
Dont end up on Maury
But I ain't fathered you niggas
(No)
No bitch in my blood
Only thing
soul!
Sold!
To the men in black
You fathered this war
The hand of inequality
Stop!
Now put your hands up
Yeah hold your hands up...
And still we wait!
For
bumping to 5, 9
Trying to make a dollar you can buy this for 99
Cents on the dollar, we could change no Obama
I could flex on your momma I done fathered you
Fathered all with what the pro created, but
Don't berate the ones who have you
Reason nightmares now full of stab wounds
Culled the herd of all the jokes
its got me feeling fatherly
Was never fathered properly, it feels like an anomaly
To have my own children, but I love them, and nothing's stopping me
I
This flesh's what`s left of me
In this messed up head
Where all my demons used to dwell
Where I have fathered my own personal hell
Yet here I am in
rappers deadbeat dads
If you say you fathered my style
Bitch I grew up buck wild
Shout-out to my momma
For putting up with melodrama
Nurturing my love
grow all my teams
Talkin bout the game? Man I fathered it cause, I am the one, you know I can't lose
Meet me at the top, I'm bringing all the food
Tell
to me
Hmm I would say probably
Cause stuff that I went through and I been through, that’s spiritual poverty
Way back when nobody fathered me
To be honest
First I couldn't understand, I was too irresponsible
Then I fathered all these niggas but it's not biological
It goes down between the post
around me til it ran out
I gave you money I got the private parts of you
You called me Daddy even though I never fathered you
You can’t look in the mirror
As long as they breath
The days you're alone with them
You can't always seem to need
Be rid of the whole pretend
I've never fathered but I know
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