paroles de chanson holy_father - Sir Hop

See I guess this the part where niggas supposed to talk
But... Fuck it, I don't talk
I just rap

These boys wit no record always be so reckless
They not even worth the weight of my necklace
My name ain't Nike so you cannot check me
People in and out my life like a deadbeat
I'm numb to it all, I'm numb to it all
Pick the other side then shit, you against me
These niggas don't listen, these bitches don't listen
I'm just comin from a neutral position
I do my lil missions and stay reefer twistin
Smoke like I gotta problem
Salt kill slugs, not pimpin
I'm what yo bitch missin and she might evolve around him
Niggas love to act fucked up, then blame you when you tell 'em bout it
Every other day I wonder how I haven't caught hella bodies
These fuck niggas think shit sweet, 'til it's hella smoke and hella problems
Hella hours I spent in the quest to make hella dollars, hella ice my collar
Hella pipe to somebody daughter
Hella nice on the track recorder
I'm Flint, MI with the flow, you don't want the water
Holy Father I need you to save me
These lames tried to change me
But I think they did cause now I'm cold as ice and don't nothin phase me
Used to flip modes just to bust a rhyme but now it's ppl payin me
Still switch flows like 6-4's and I love when niggas hate on me
Let's go