Father’s Son

[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 niggas boxed then, inherited their pops' sins
Drink smoke don't give a fuck
Smoke drink I'm sipping pink
I don't sleep, I don't blink, yeah I'm crazy what you think?
My granddaddy fucked me up, my uncle daddy fucked me up
My cousin daddy fucked me up, my friend daddy fucked me up
Nigga I can't give no fucks
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 niggas gang bang, all my niggas bear arms
Better watch yo hands boy
Open head that's a closed casket, case closed, save peso
5'7 still fightin' niggas, one call ignite niggas
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 bitch I'm next its obvious
Little niggas 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 bitches fucking urk me
They ain't trustworthy, bitch I don't trust none

[Hook: Sterling Hayes] (x3)
Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one, I'm my father son
Bitch I ain't for none, I'm the one