Father Abraham Testo

Yeah, come on
Let’s go
Two birds, two (here we go now)
Father Abraham had plenty sons and I am one of them (plenty)
Ain’t no sense in playing, ‘cause I’m too player, I ain’t one of them (player)
Blessings in my hand, and I’ma count it right in front of them (let’s get it)

I’m an east side church boy coming in, stepping, please don’t mind me (east side)
Like the mic too bright, can’t find me (too bright)
Tell the evil get behind me Tell the 20 [?]
Try to play for the world, it’s grimеy (it’s grimey)
Put ice on the cross likе hockey (ice)
I ain’t never gon’ get too cocky (too cocky)
Had a word with the crossing guard, I was like
“Whatchu doing? You can not stop me” (whatchu doing?)
Pray to God, looking what He brought me (pray to God)
Living life looking what He taught me (living life)
He gon’ do just what He said, ain’t no ifs and buts or probablys (he said it)
[?] ain’t no copy, in the church we got it hopping
Yeah, in the church, we got it jumpy (here we go now)

Father Abraham had plenty sons and I am one of them (plenty)
Ain’t no sense in playing, ‘cause I’m too player, I ain’t one of them (player)
Blessings all in my hand, and I’ma count it right in front of them
(Yeah, blessings all in my hand, yeah)
Yeah, only no more xans, I’m already popping, so I ain’t popping them
Father Abraham had plenty sons so don’t you play with him
Yeah
Yeah, aye, okay
Brown boy looking like Jesus with my melanin
Light show, Friday night lights, on my Letterman
Heard a preacher, uh, preach impediment (preacher)
Wise man headed to the stars ‘cause I’m Bethlehem (let’s get it)
Steady on my walk (steady)
Posted with the flock (flock)
And I’m in New Hollywood, we switching up the block
Heard a lot of talk, but it was only talk (yeah)
Stone-cold shoulders but I’m with the rock
(He got stone-cold shoulders)

Father Abraham had plenty sons and I am one of them
Ain’t no sense in playing, ‘cause I’m too player (player)
I ain’t one of them
Blessings all in my hand, and I’ma count it right in front of them
(Yeah, blessings all in my hand, yeah)
Yeah, only no more xans, I’m already popping, so I ain’t popping them
Father Abraham had plenty sons so don’t you play with him