Our Father, Pt. 3

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