Our Father, Pt. 3 Lyrics

You can taste the blood and his glare, running down the stairs like it's kind doesn't survive around here

Chasing money with a vengeance, with each and every step, he can taste your fears in every breath

I'm caught 45 and I'm still bumping elbows with the best, condoms on my middle finger like 'uck the rest

Plumbers for clock pipes, cause your opinion means sh!t

Flush, I'm flooding the air like father nature was pissed

Headhunters, ni**as wanna scalp the head off your incoming, but they don't know the product been running

Barbershop life, got a ni**a faded by midnight. Success so close, like water and air we've been tight

The mothership, cus the sh!t you spitting in 2023, my whole block was living it all in 96

We originated the greatest, while you ni**as hate us with a passion

Still smoking live, I got our eyes speaking manderin

Our father, who lurks in the heavens

Hollow tips speak your name, your name is thy kingdom

Come from the clip of a gun, leaving nothing but blood in the game

The game, it gives us this day to earn milk and bread

Through trespasses, on those who trespass and plot against us

Friends, foes, hoes, turn to trust, venomous and we will crush

The beacon, beacon, the light seeks him

And when it's grip weakens, it keeps reaching, to keep him breathing

His growth increases, from the seeds he plant beneath him

Even when his mind and heart keep beefing, he keeps leading

But the dark eating, it's half evil, it's half thesis

It's like he's half eat shit and half Jesus

But I'm mighty alpha, with gladiator grammar

My vibe like gorilla glue, MK ultra with fresh grabba

We out for the bag, Kappa, king of the bars, but your crown squeaking

We stay beastin', bag of bones eatin'

Broke as uck walking, but stay dapper than the bars mitzvah

All subliminal pictures, I'm the hard hitter

Who has baggy eyes, 15 pounds lighter ni**a, bleached face

Two nights, no sleep, two pens, f**k breaks

20 missed calls, autopilot on my yes y'alls

All day, all night, writing, trying to walk fame's hallways, pissed off

Dreams getting pissed on--Adolf

Killing every ni**a, on lift, skate or takeoff

Ice heart, goalie mask ni**a, that's a face off

'Uck friends, cause I'ma squeeze next to the game cough

No air ni**a, that's Chris Brown

But when I'm ready to spark sh!t ni**a, that means get down

Ruthless, no mercy of love, that's your slang

Truth in the booth, guns suck, beats bang

Our father, who lurks in the heavens

Hollow tips, speak your name, your name is Thy

Kingdom Come, from the clip of a gun

Leaving nothing but blood in the game, the game

It gives us this day to earn milk and bread

Through trespasses, on those who trespass and pride against us

Friends, foes, hoes, turn our trust

venomous and we will crush

Yeah, y'all already know

Adversary, Cutty Fresh

Shouts out to the Camp X, ScarlettVille

This one goes out to 5 Star Fiddy

R.I.P. brother

Let's Go!!