Lyrics Father Hold Me Close - TDRO

Father hold me close
I'm bouta make a toast
Rap game like some skeeball
Bitch I'm on a roll
Watch me sting like Ali
Watch this rope-a-Dope
Is that your mans make some plans
Cause he ain't coming close
My momma showed me to be me
Man I could never fold
Why I walk up all through neimams
They just fuccing scold
Why they keep it to themselves cause They ain't really bold
I couldn't keep it to myself it was Already sold
Bitch I really sell
What you suckas thought it's going Down like celly cell
What's that's fuccing smell
This that's skunky musty who I look Like smoking stale
She gave me that good brain I Thought she went to Yale
She gave me that good brain she got Me yellin yea
Girl don't play wit me you got the Coochie
Play yourself
These rappers played themselves
They act like they don't know who got The belt
Bitch that's me
Watch me 3 peat
I'm on my wheezy vibes
Bitch you can't touch me
You think I came this far just to come This far
All I know is ball like lamelo ball
I can't do no hog I need me assist
I need me a bag or I wake up like the Grinch
I said these labels wanted to sign me They thought that was a myth
I thank my allah everyday for all my Gifts

Father hold me close
I'm bouta make a toast
Rap game like some skeeball
Bitch I'm on a roll
Watch me sting like Ali
Watch this rope-a-Dope
Is that your mans make some plans or
He ain't coming close
My momma showed me to be me
Man I could never fold
Why I walk up all through neimams
They just fuccing scold
Why they keep it to themselves cause they ain't really bold
I couldn't keep it to myself it was already sold
Bitch I really
I couldn't keep it to my self it was already sold
Watchu suckas thought it going down like celly cell
I couldn't keep it to my self it was already sold