Father Testo

No-no, no, oh-woah

Look, sorry for the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father
Sorry for the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father

Age of five, introduced to them streets, yeah, yeah
I was creepin' with the G's, yeah, yeah
Age of fourteen, got into some beef, yeah, yeah That's my mama, yeah, she know I kept that heat, yeah, yeah
And she know I'm cryptic Blood on some bullshit
Everybody with me in the trenches, we ain't lackin'
Swear to God, yeah, we gotta keep the full clip
[Heard?] to my daughter, bitch, I like to commit murder
When I'm sobеr, I don't need a pill to [?]
No cap, I'm true, shit
Listen to my music and you gon' get influеnced
Swear I've been through slaughter
I ain't even get to raise my daughter
Yeah, I guess we all got some problems
I guess we all gotta solve things
Numbin' all my pain with the bottles
Better keep on comin' 'round

This the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father
Sorry for the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father
Said, "You could blame it on my father"
Yeah, drinkin' through that night
Tryna make sure my family right
I just hope my family hold me down for life
Hope they understand I'm focused on the prize
I'm just tryna make sure we good, I'm just tryna do the things my dad never could
I just tryna do what I should, I'm just tryna get 'em out the hood

This the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father
Sorry for the way that I was brought up
You could blame it on my father
Said, "You could blame it on my father"

Yeah, yeah
You could blame it on my father
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said, "You could blame it on my father"
Fuck him