Father Time Lyrics

If there's a god

Then this beat is my chance here to speak

Got my hand on the heat

This world it been damagin me

Shit seem so outlandish to think

How much Id appreciate the man I would be

After thinking the gas was on E

Laid my brother to sleep

Havin trouble to think, gotta double my drink

Keepin one as I sleep

And thats funny to think

Don't get much of a wink less I'm bussin some cheeks

She like "everyday?" Girl thats nothin to me

I be needin release cause I'm running from things

I don't mean in these streets, I just mean in these dreams

Haunted may be what it seems

One of them tings Comin from me

It just cant be unseen

If a soldier is taken from me

I aint waiting to see

Stats on the board We gon make up the sheets

Lebron as the GM I'ma break up the team

Get removed from the block but cant stay if you peep

They hate on the way that I think

Cause the pace of it be

One with up they can't keep

Since a shorty with green

Different the way that he speak

Yoda

Don't ask What I poured in my soda

Beans…. Popped

Beams on the glock

I keep at least thirty shots

Thats str8 from work to the spot

I seen 16s glocks

Aimed at my top

Nowadays that blow my opps

Like why dat bitch aint blow the shot

You wish them niggas killed me? I used to wish they killed me too

But I set plates to get ate and was taught to finish ya food

I still get into a mood my brotha died, I wanna cry

Hold it in get it men cant show weakness to other guys

Women use ya darkest secrets to fuck you up inside

Internalized til the barrel aimed at ya own head to summarize

I sympathize much more than empathize I get it guys

They make us believe we weak for our pain n I promise the shits a lie

Niggas ride won't show the fear in our hearts we just gon pick a side

Ride out for our pride knowin the possibility that niggas die

Cause if you cant die for what you stand for

Are you really a man or

A damn whore

You a timid tenant n this a message from the landlord

Beans…. Popped

Beams on the glock

I keep at least thirty shots

Thats str8 from work to the spot

I seen 16s glocks

Aimed at my top

Nowadays that blow my opps

Like why dat bitch aint blow the shot

My daughter here its crazy this fuckin game

The biggest blessing in my life instilled the greatest change

But if ran back would I even do it the same

She precious this lil girl in a world of evilest ways

The first couple hours, not even a day

I'm thinking anybody hurt her Then pops makin em pay

Like if she come cryin just gon head dig you a grave

Ayy the point is still the same like a shiv or a blade

Play wit mine dinner time thats the last time you play

Lights on, come get fileted

Aint shit to say just flip a play

Sold chicken to everybody, couldnt be picky like chick fil a

In dem days we lost our path just for getting paid

Parents now, understanding that shit boi we just sit n pray

Instill every lesson we never had and its okay

Broke the cycle like "dad can you fix the chain"

Shits a game til its not and pops some shit ya children say

Attentions change you get to noticing the littlest thangs

You get to noticin the littlest thangs