These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker
But black kids come home to no father,
I'm gon do it proper
Guess what i'm your father
Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today
Father , i suggest you take cover/ on that day , if i choose to stay/
Being a father grand father and an uncle,
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
But it was africa the continent we all came from
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I’m coming back like light-skin and
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