My Son

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy (Ayy, yo, Ran, turn that up), ayy
Ayy, big SCY shit, nigga, yeah, finna fuck 'em up with this one (Gang shit, big dog shit)
Ayy, watch this, look

[Chorus]
Free my brother, crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack, I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times, I know he tired of me (Ayy, come back, come back, come back, come back)
This shit hit different when you coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run, yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns (We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, it ain't no one-on-one (It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am, he something like my son, yeah (Swear to God)

[Verse]
Hit your block, we thirty deep
Stay to myself, can't trust these niggas 'cause they creeps
They gon' fuck up when that young nigga on his feet (Ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh, yeah)
Glock 23 some' like LeBron (Ayy, glah), we bring that heat, tried to wake 'em up 'cause they was sleep (Yeah)
I'm smoking Russian Cream (Gas), I ain't never been to Russia
They say, "Jimm, you got it bad," I ain't never met no Usher (Unh-uh)
Tell your baby daddy come work for us, he ain't got no hustle
I been getting bucks, tell them, "Ketchup," yellow tape, the scene mustard
No, we don't fuck with trolls (No), bro on time, no, he ain't slime, he'll wipe a nigga nose (Glaow, glaow)
I done fucked up, she done lucked up, putting dick in her soul (Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
Stick got a handle, treat it like a candle, all I gotta do is blow (Glaow, baow)
Green light, we on the go (Yeah), dice life, I'm on the roll

[Chorus]
Free my brother, crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack, I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times, I know he tired of me (Ayy, come back, come back, come back, come back)
This shit hit different when you coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run, yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns (We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, it ain't no one-on-one (It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am, he something like my son, yeah (Swear to God)