Forefather Testo

Lights, action
Couple more bottles for the man down
Jessie J, do it like a man then
From the bills throw it like a tantrum

Lights, action
Couple Marilyn’s, no not the Mansons
Big bottles poppin what, bigger than a magnum
Yea, walk in it in a lance
Sounded like some old school KA
Where’s my dogs at? Where’s my, where’s my great things
Pressin fire start, I’m like some old school prodigy
Take a buck with a me, she she my protégé
Yea 1 0 0 put the comma down
Since let them hate aspire pon the world of down
You can hate me now like there was nars in there
You can hate me now like I was puffin them
Then then then then I ready than my road ride
Know that no Rose but I flow that, own that
On 10 street, no row mat
Thus phrase able that I own that, except owe that
Vrum vrum, vrumin in A 13
Vrumin with the bass dirty
Sum sum sumin out the boom boom boom
When home, when home another bup bup
Bass line overdose, gyal them in some open toast
That man said the dusty
That man some Pinocchio
Well I was in the dance, rockin academic some Pradas Showed these motherfuckers I’m a grind forefather

(Hook)
We get it, you gots apple juice in your old shops
New Beamer, homie zass, chandeliers and castle flats
Your man talk like it don’t pull out
We refill when the drinks all out
Too many gangstas, not enough gyal
Too much want for not enough stance
From EQ, power out
Touch mine, pun it down
It’s caine over the ounce
It’s caine over the ounce
You’s copy old cats
Full of fashion, you loose at
More of this well your morals whack
Two backs too and it ain’t no rack
This KA, soundin like some old school KKA
Soundin like some old school KKA
Soundin like some old school KKA
Same Kano that most you niggas overrated

Call you it’s contrast like me
True have car sex like me
Ever young gyal fresh like me
Mike sittin in a crisp fresh white T
Murderin all, tellin rest IP
Bailin cygan ‘cause that’s my fee
Young Sam Jack and a neck tiny
Star Wars money, get left IPs
Breath

Give me the great goose I raised from the death
Try to think of the papers I’m able to spend
What you thinkin of the hatin? It ain’t what I said
You nigga favorin, they never spend
In a bit about majors and takin a check
And I’ve been about ages and he’s a legit
I’mma make him the papers with papers advance

(Hook)
We get it, you gots apple juice in your old shops
New Beamer, homie zass, chandeliers and castle flats
Your man talk like it don’t pull out
We refill when the drinks all out
Too many gangstas, not enough gyal
Too much want for not enough stance
From EQ, power out
Touch mine, pun it down
It’s caine over the ounce
It’s caine over the ounce
You’s copy old cats
Full of fashion, you loose at
More of this well your morals whack
Two backs too and it ain’t no rack
This KA, soundin like some old school KKA
Soundin like some old school KKA
Soundin like some old school KKA
Same Kano that most you niggas overrated