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Look, I can do in days what may take them years I done parted ways with those who move in fear Hard to go astray when the vision's clear Low-key they might have to throw parades when I'm no longer here This for the gangsters and the hustlers and the block bleeders Ain't got a bar for a mark unless it's Noxzema If they ain't tweaking when you speaking, you cannot feature Push a Hyundai Accent like I can't afford a drop Bimmer Why? 'Cause it ain't about the car, it's 'bout the confidence All my consonants are consequently due to confidence in Elohim, though the metal bring me a peace of mind We survived places that demonize Feeble minds for what should be legalized I'm, heh, just sayin', dawg, that's big ol' facts Be wary of the trap with cheese, 'cause there's big old rats Ay, look, low-key you could touch more cheese than a grater Have some paper But if you're known for hoin' your partners, you still big ol' trash The real gon' understand, I pray the fake gon' listen If you the fraud on your squad, you still can change positions Before I had a pot to piss in or this diction I envisioned every piece of fruit I brought into fruition, ugh If you hatin', dawg, you trippin' Garnered recognition with my missus, word to Jigga I swear they'll have my art in exhibitions in a minute Not just a rapper to these rappers, I swear, I'm they father figure I'm gone Yeah, I'm your father figure, ooh I swear, I'm your father figure, ooh No, no, you, you, I'm your father figure Not just a rapper to these rappers I swear, I'm they father figure, ooh Dearly beloved, if it's merely a budget, I'm clearly above it My skin and my hair is Nigerian Colored and does what a Aryan's doesn't If you purely a puppet Then you'll really be stuck in end, you a suffix I don't want to be toughest I just keep it a hundred and think nothing of it Timidly talkin' ain't part of my chemistry I'm a OG, is you kiddin' me? I see what you givin' me, B It's your liberty still, but I see its stupidity You lackin' humility, seeking validity, shake the mistaken identity These lackin' ability jokers is Killin' me, literally wastin' my energy That's only a fact, they'll never hold me, I only adapt You shouldn't have told me ya homie could rap They shouldn't have shown me to Tobe and Fat I'm blacker than black or packaging crack Or packing the MAC in the back of the Ac' I'm sayin' I'm somethin' spectacular Don't at me, I'm biomolecular Don't Google the aftermath, don't bother Everything left on the floor is the lava These nuts, George Washington Carver What you want, boy? I'm a piranha I'm a pariah, I am Nirvana I am a king coming out of Wakanda I'll run into you on tour, it's a problem I'ma be honest, I am your father figure Yeah, I'm your father figure, ooh I swear, I'm your father figure, ooh No, no, you, you, I'm your father figure Not just a rapper to these rappers I swear, I'm they father figure, ooh African estate grass and grapes, masculine the slave, master hate Exactly when they emasculate, congratulate gay, amass the hate As the black lady 'll shake, they fascinated, they masturbate The black parade straight exacerbates The actual hate they imaginate That's when they racist straight harass us as they evacuate Imagine wearing they mask somewhere Can't imagine making it past the day Hell is hated, Heaven's a elevated melanated masquerade We celebrate, they'll vaccinate, you separate, they assassinate Weapons mastered, yes, they active, yes, they matter, Maj Toure Rep they blackness, leather jackets, black beret Pastor Mase, Ice Cube, Jam Master Jay Trunks of jewelry, come through and truly Trump security, Grand Master Jay Gucci conned me out of Luciano, to Armani, I'm a moulinyano Drove her out to hit the Neimans in Cabo Scope the model, made her Venus De Milo Spend a lot at the Palazzo Send you hollow semi-autos, powder blue Diablo Probably pop a cop or two to honor Breonna and Amadou Diallo They tracking the African breed to patent the seeds They snatching the apple from Adam and Eve to patent the seeds Attack chemically, then patent disease I rep murder, violence, methane bars, jet stream God You rep Turtle Island, just ain't y'alls, Epstein's log And that king talk, my queen shopping in L.A. See me out in that green drop, that thing not a Chevy Beam on top of that slingshot, Glock sing soft as Dwele And things start to fall apart like Chinua Achebe Yeah, I'm your father figure, ooh I swear, I'm your father figure, ooh No, no, you, you, I'm your father figure Not just a rapper to these rappers I swear, I'm they father figure, ooh
Writer(s): Tariq Trotter, Ryan Montgomery, Lanell Grant, Tobe Nwigwe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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