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Father Confessional

 

Father Confessional

(álbum: February - 2021)


I just want that ass to tap
Ten Adderall's I can go for days
I just live slow these days
I just live slow these days
Guess I'm bout to ass to tap
Ten Adderall's I can go for days
Most of the time I just run alone these days
Nigga got me better on my own these days

Said I got them perc and them Xanax flows
And all the shit they sniffing round for the calm to hating
A lot of clowns starting to alter without a congregation
Fuck them nations with a rubber till condemnation
Greatest to come from my city there's no conjugation
I'm a walking verb I live a lot through my actions
I guess for some people sneak dissing and talking works
I left my mommas house to be the man my pops couldn't been
But fuck it I'm here ain't no use to be talking what should have been
It's been two marriages since we are were real family
Fuck the mistakes is there a man really as good as him?
I guess there is, is why I vow to be about be right there for my own
You ain't famous you barely noticed and quite fairly unknown
Used to try and stop the wave y'all barely was on
No my pockets out here burdens all heavy alone
Longevity inevitably does the work on its own
Keep the local hype for life I do the work of the throne
It's amazing to see niggas still is still perform on one record
Now instead of me versus them they want a verse on their song
True colors being revealed by and by
Me and my mother's new husband ain't seeing eye to eye
Emotions on the high and I'm sadly to grown to care
He want a step son but mamma didn't have me on the stairs
For all the niggas partaking in all the side hating
From my city keep breaking sweats for pictures and replying statements
I pray I'm stunting forever until your pride is taken and I get off to your downfalls
That shits amazing
I'm here to be a better example and teach my children patience
The difference between who's great and the greatly mistaken
Before I ever sign a deal nigga I shook on it
You probably still photobombing trying to get a look on it
Hatred seems to be the drug they all hooked on but quick
To send me a beat to put a hook on
In hopes that I promote it with them or be the biggest thing they get looks on
Personally sound like all the shit I'm good on
How far you really going to go talking about you trying to put your hood on
Mama's still trying to put her hood on

I just want that ass to tap
Ten Adderall's I can go for days
I just live slow these days
I just live slow these days
Guess I'm bout ass to tap
Ten Adderall's I can go for days
Most of the time I just roll alone these days
Nigga got me better on my own these days

I'm representing with King Jones sidekicks blackberries and flip phones
Karl Kani jeans and guess shirts the big clothes
Black tape over the broke handle of his chrome
Kickback from the revolver injured my wrist bone
Fatherly confessions a king speaking from his throne
Think they bout to make me a grandfather my kids grown
Doing calisthenics muscle show through my skin tone
Dipping through the set Jewels, Cam, and Jim Jones
Mental incarceration got him locked up in his dome
No more "free Remy" its "free Pap" she been home
Flying first class my jet blue like Nip homes
Touch down like Odell I'm in the end zone
Passes to deadbeat Dads, we don't give those
When you live in a glass house you shouldn't send stones
Gun to you father I'm 'bout to catch a body
You gonna get your pops smoked welcome to the party
Sold Brooklyn the lactose beneath the dope pushing bacon soda Pyrex standing over the stove cooking
Battlefield traveler taking a voyage most wouldn't
Brooklyn house inmate under the cops nose juks n'
Asking you to massage your sneakers when no CO's looking
Take your Jordan's off of your fee and stick my whole foot in
Went through the toll booth without paying
Drove crooked way before they put up the cameras and got the tolls took in
Cosby, cool G, y'all softer than old pudding
They don't want to give em' his just due they look they just overlook em'

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