was cold Back then when my mom played my father's role Now I'm a man Runnin with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit But
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son *Twilight Zone in the background* (Yo you BUGGIN Son!) Heh nhah
with no backpiece I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head One says, "chill," the other's like, "them niggas gotta be dead" Instead we all
x2] Our Father, who art in Heaven I will be thy Name, thy kingdom come I must bring out guns in the name of thy son And the Holy Spirit make my enemies