SONS. (ELEMENT. Original) lyrics

[Intro]
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a-
I don't give a-, I don't-
This will be an ugly motherf*cker

[Verse 1]
I'm willin' to die for this sh*t
I done cried for this sh*t, might take a life for this sh*t
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this sh*t
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this sh*t, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my mama
My daddy commissary made it to commas
b*tch, all my grandmas dead
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
I'm willin' to die for this sh*t, n*gga
I'll take your f*ckin' life for this sh*t, n*gga
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass rap n*ggas better know

[Chorus]
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a b*tch would
I wish a b*tch would, I wish a b*tch would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
[Verse 2]
I'm allergic to a b*tch n*gga, ayy
An imaginary rich n*gga, ayy
Seven figures, ho that's slimmer than my b*tch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
f*ck subliminals, I put you on that roll-call
French Montana speakin' on me in interviews
Very cynical, dry hatin' somethin' I don't approve
Jay Electronica put silences on my GRAMMY night
Another dead prophet hopin' that God will give him life
Big Sean keep sneak dissin', I'll let it slide
I think his false confidence got him inspired
I can't make them respect you baby, it's not my job
You finally famous for who you date, not how you rhyme (Boy)
Cute ass raps, get your puberty up
Then make you a classic album before you come at us
Drake, your Meek Mill beef might got you gassed up
But I'm a whole 'nother beast, I'd really f*ck you up

[Chorus]
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a b*tch would
I wish a b*tch would, I wish a b*tch would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
[Verse 3]
This goes out for those who choose to use disrespectful views on the king of hip-hop
f*ck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now you brailin' it, f*ck that light sh*t, I'm scalin' it
n*ggas thought they wouldn't gon' see me hah?
n*ggas thought K-Dot real life is the same life they see on TV, hah
n*ggas think they can flex on me and still live in L.A. for free, hah
Next time you hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, hah
'Cause most of y'all ain't real, most of y'all gon' squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but jealously get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
That passive aggressive sh*t only work for your fans
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all on top, but none of y'all top five
Most of y'all know I tried to lift the black artists
But it's a difference 'tween a black artist and wack artist (Woo)
You're my sons, go to your room, go to your room!

[Chorus]
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would
I wish a b*tch would
I wish a b*tch would, I wish a b*tch would
I wish a n*gga would
I wish a n*gga would, I wish a n*gga would