Joseph's Son

This shit really run threw my veins its hereditary

I be bossing no more time I need a secretary

I hate being in the whip cause of your obituary

Throwing pills inside my lean for the pain I was unsanitary

Crib watching cameras on the screen I think they want what's ours

They won't catch me at the crib cause we gone stomp the yard

I was moving like a dummy no one stop the fall

So when I got back up they rung me I decline the call

That feeling dolo have you so low buy one get one bogo

Bro bro if they play with you its the O though this bitch flash like photo

We like cupid with these lil bows though you could get the bows low

Ptsd from the way we move but they ah never know though