Tisan's Son Lyrics

Only God can judge me, got me feelin' like I'm Tupac

Take off with this backwoods, stuff that bitch with moon rock

Ride with this ratchet and this hammer fuck a toolbox

Animal in that field, but I ain't talkin' bout no livestock

Dropped a mixtape sounded like a album but they compared it to Drizzy

Guess I wasn't talkin' bout spinning ' no opps till these niggas dizzy

Quick to call them gang or twin, but they see me as competition

Congratulations me in private but never tagged a post or ever mention

Free the ones who never told, lone live my cousin's soul

Every since a juvenile , we stuck up to that G-Code

Game bangin', drug dealing im a villain , fuck the hero

I'm a seven-time convicted felon , prayin' don't get Rico

Quick to knock at your front door, but I ain't sellin' Avon

Scared to walk through communities now, look what happened to Trayvon

Crooked crackers wanna lock my black ass up like Akon

Death row inside of my mind, welcome to this H-Con

Feet hangin' on edge, prayin they don't push me

Wanna build this empire with this bitch, she startin' to act like Cookie

And the Bible said the first should be last, I guess I'm just the last rookie

Jump back out the water, tighten my circle up like bass pussy

Pissin' in the bed, from taken ADH, meds

I'm countin' up these dead's, bitch won't fuck me cause I got dreads

I looked up to my cousin, Zay, he's doin 10 in the feds

I told him, just keep your head up, just don't come home banging blue or red

My cousin's ZO, said I wasn't his favorite rapper like Kevin Gates

Nigga, when you die, I got your kids, till I meet you up at Heaven Gate

Wanna have kids of my own, I feel the pressure, feel like heavyweight

Told my niece and nephews, when I make it, they forever straight

Niggas nod their head to this but they never tell they feelin' you

Said around a bunch of lies than stand up for the fuckin' truth

Built my future in a pot, a skillet, how it pan through

Bitches wanna tie the knot, know that pussy runnin' through

Killers movin' silent, why the fuck these niggas hyper, son

Wanna squash the beef, they might just kill me on that diaper run

You a gangster and a stepper, you just licensed just to carry guns

Prayin'they don't, find the fingerprint link back to Tisan son

Granny died, I cried, nigga Paw paw died, I tried, nigga

Concentrated life with death, but never suicide, nigga

Lost my first love, I chose to ride that five, nigga

Long live Mo three, cause I was always outside, nigga

Gotta stay focused one eye close just like a sniper

Only snake up im this grass now is some cobra and some vipers

Spent half my life, nigga, surrounded by OGs, and some lifer

Concentrate, on how I'ma take over the Carolina without wearin' diapers, mothafucka

Long live Mannie , long live Gotti ,long live Kool pac,long live John John , Supreme, I love you, nigga

Nigga, gotta run that shit back, ha-ha

That nigga snap, yo, yo, Techo, nigga

Lights, camera, action, nigga

Tisan Son, mothafucka

Yo, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go