I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please
Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is
Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son
The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.
Trying to get his life together, or what not
That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit
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