Slxdio
GENRE [Produced by @hearmykulture]
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[Introductory Refrain]
Sins of the fathers
Sons paid
[Verse]
Now my heart’s made of something harder
Something loved enough to barter with
You want smoke? you’ll be the asada (asada)
I’m riled up in a verse and I gotta (I gotta)
Single-handedly snipe a lotta niggas
Without a spotter (spotter)
The rap’s ghost rider
My rhythm’s making them totter
My moving seem like armada
Can’t box with Allah
Try to block my shot from afar
A far-fetched story
I got next -
Hold me
I might catch ops in the act
Espionaging my raps
And I’m acknowledging that:
[Refrain (Alternate)]
Sons paid
Money on the tray
The heads of the fathers becoming the entrée
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Yeah
Money on the tray
The heads of the fathers becoming the entrée
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[Introductory Refrain]
Sins of the fathers
Sons paid
[Verse]
Now my heart’s made of something harder
Something loved enough to barter with
You want smoke? you’ll be the asada (asada)
I’m riled up in a verse and I gotta (I gotta)
Single-handedly snipe a lotta niggas
Without a spotter (spotter)
The rap’s ghost rider
My rhythm’s making them totter
My moving seem like armada
Can’t box with Allah
Try to block my shot from afar
A far-fetched story
I got next -
Hold me
I might catch ops in the act
Espionaging my raps
And I’m acknowledging that:
[Refrain (Alternate)]
Sons paid
Money on the tray
The heads of the fathers becoming the entrée
-
Yeah
Money on the tray
The heads of the fathers becoming the entrée
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