Father’s Son lyrics

[Produced by Saint the Goodboy]

[Verse 1: Sterling Hayes]
Suicide I thought about it, really need to talk about it
I don't really talk at all, I know dogs don't bark at all
I know n*ggas boxed then, inherited their pops' sins
Drink smoke don't give a f*ck
Smoke drink I'm sipping pink
I don't sleep, I don't blink, yeah I'm crazy what you think?
My granddaddy f*cked me up, my uncle daddy f*cked me up
My cousin daddy f*cked me up, my friend daddy f*cked me up
n*gga I can't give no f*cks
God what do you want from me?, I'll get my help for free
Yeah I still talk slang, yeah I still talk change
All my n*ggas gang bang, all my n*ggas bear arms
Better watch yo hands boy
Open head that's a closed casket, case closed, save peso
5'7 still fightin' n*ggas, one call ignite n*ggas
I'm god bless in this dark vest
To make it out hella compets, from the compets to the complex
Bout to blow this a bomb threat
Block hot like I'm that b*tch I'm next its obvious
Little n*ggas want to copy us
Paste me on the front page
Trying to be well paid, trying to be self made
I keep it one-thirty, these b*tches f*cking urk me
They ain't trustworthy, b*tch I don't trust none
[Hook: Sterling Hayes] (x3)
b*tch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
b*tch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
b*tch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
b*tch I ain't for none, I'm the one