Father
(That boy Fatboi better stop playin')
(Ayo, Bleu)
God, I ask you to protect my soul
I'm caught in the life I chose
Mmm-mmm-mmm
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
Choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, fuck that nigga
Baby Joe step 'bout Boo, and I be steady tendin' to them other niggas
Fifty shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at niggas
Rap nigga steady dissin' on them songs, but ain't fuckin' wit' me
Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool, I got my top down
Hop up out this bitch and go to bustin', that's that Glock sound
BRPD still wan' lay me down
Ain't no peace in this haunted town
Said that I'm a ho, he a fuckin' clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
Poured up sippin' mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
Thinkin' that he want beats, he got to sleep, fuck who he was, yeah
Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet, we don't got to clubs, yeah
Only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he fucked, yeah
To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
"Bah, Bah," shots fired, and Big Dump ain't make it out
I can put this on Bub, it ain't gon' stop 'til they all knocked off
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
I say, "Father, can you save me?"
I don't wanna upset you 'bout these niggas tryna play me
It's hard so I'm watchin' all these niggas try to snake me
But, I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
Bought from out the streets, so you know this bitch dirty
And he do shit dirty, I'm talkin' 'bout that thirty
See me out, up your burner bitch, I ain't worried
Whoever lose, they just deserve it, I just wan' see you murdered
Mindin' my business, they just wan' kill me
Tryna figure out where Lil Top at
I ain't playin' shit cool, known to break all the rules
And I'm posted up where it's hot at
Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it"
They gon' spin around, where your block at
Pussy nigga spin back, come and get you a hat
But you know you not on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone
Banger bang, stand on that
Nigga better not come 'cross that track
Stick go, "Pap-pap," leave you flat
Roll that bitch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
