Guess what?
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy, my daddy
'Cause I lie like I'm lying on a rug
Get my hands a little dirty, no gloves
Everybody welcome to the gun show and it go (boom boom boom)
Everybody duck down!
It's hard to love the devil, he's a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Made a momma loose her kids
Let her go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear
Grow up with all your phobic fears
But people tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
Oh really? Hell no!
'Cause I lie like I'm lying on a rug
Did some crime even wore some black gloves
Everyone welcome to the gun show
And we go (daddy)
Everybody duck down!
You reek of royalty, a dangerous mix
You sing of royalty, but you're a snitching ass bitch!
I tried to play it cool
Funny what the people do for the money, power, and the fame
I'd call you Mr. Lyon
If I did I would be lyin'
'Cause that ain't even your name
But people tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
They all say you look just like your daddy
Nah bruh
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RandomBeing black isn't easy, being yourself isn't easy, but if you trust in those you call family, you may just make it through the next hour. *Previous cover by @buckysuniverse*
