A father’s sins

Yeah
You’re so special right now, I might shed a tear right now man
Man I still remember like, me and my homies we were grinding, we were grinding every day trying to make one and two, you know
My niggas put that shit on the line man, all of my niggas put it on the line bruh
Can’t tell me shit man, can’t tell me nothing right now like we never stop
All of my niggas kept going, all my niggas…
All of my niggas showed up and they’re worthy
Got to keep it kosher, got to keep it pushing you know what I’m saying

Got to keep it kosher, keep it pushing
I know what these niggas ought to do for pussy
I think she a star, I think she good looking
I just had my turn but I was not looking
Crashed into the ass with the airbags
No condoms, more baby mommas
More drama in my life, if I’m being honest
I’m just trying to get the bucks if I’m being Giannis
I’m just trying to take my bitch to the tropic islands
Sitting in a bar, sipping on the tropic chalice
She said she fucked with a couple ballers and alcoholics
She call me $orr¥, don’t call me Kevin
What you McCall it?
I call her baby, I think I’m falling my little darling
I’m going dark twisted fantasy, graduation, college dropping out the humvee
Niggas can’t see me, even in a whip with zero percent T.I.N.T
Let me go and get it, let me feed the spirit, let me show these niggas how to rhyme
When you do it like this, when you kick it
Baby in a time like this, you can’t pick it
I was just a kid with a will and a picket fence in the crib, niggas couldn’t get in it
I was playing Sega Mega Drive in a room by myself
All by my lonely nigga, never needed help
All my shit is written, never booked it
Living on the edge, might as well put my life up on a shelf
I spit it from the heart, man I spit it from the gut up
Still rushing niggas for the mustard
Yeah, what you saying about this?
What you saying about that?
What’s the life that you live?
What’s the price that you give?
What’s the value that you holding up in you?
I got hoes on the menu
(Motherfucker I’m ill)
I feel like a AIDS test cause niggas ain’t tried me in a minute
I’ve been grinding on these beats and I made that shit my living
And smoking on sativa and the indica, it’s giving the Zimbabwean Rhodesian skunk
Put your lighters up cause I just rolled another one but I think it’s my last one
Giving it a break cause I think it’s been a fast one
Married to the money, threw a wedding but I crashed one
Eat rappers on a rhyme and dine but I fast one
Shake and bake, roll another one but never pass one
My and all my niggas dropping bands like we’re about to go solo-solo
Miss my nigga Marvin, trying to go to Soho-Soho
I was trying to be Kanye with a yellow polo
But my momma bought the red one
It ain’t even have the horse on it, it was the plain one
I was so mad but she told me, “you can’t complain son”