I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//
Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/
I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,
But my dad didnt make it
Bitch i'm the shit
It's cause of you, see, you let him do that
Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad
Abusing the fact my skillset confuses the wack
Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack
Bt my dad made me "the godfather" offer...which i just cant refuse...
And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth
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