[Verse 1]
Loadin' up this VCR, runnin' Scarface for like the eightieth time
The only one who can relate to this table of mine
My apostles withered away when all the chaos arrived
But I still fought for them all to have a plate next to mine
Baby Jesus, brown skin like the Bible proceeded
With every rock thrown my way bein' what you needed
You gave me power, I gave you reason
I gave you powder to lead you a trail and face all your demons
Praises to the most high, I came as a deacon
And your stems lit up the night in the shade of a beacon
Follow the shadows in the corner and pay with allegiance
And you pledgin' is as heavy as the weight of a ki' is
The property owner properly known as who not to fuck with
Driven by the desires that I'm fallin outta love with
Hoppin' outta the ride would do me fine
Pushin' the truth aside, I'm caught in my abundance
It all makes sense for all of the wins we all may get
And all of the sins they all came with
Father and son, I thank him for all he does for us all then all of a sudden he
Suddenly, cleaned up the blood that was 'sposed to cover me
Enemies be the ones that you got the most in common with
Picture me and bossman bondin' off what our fathers did, huh
With Veronique mother on the call
Parental advisory for us all
[Chorus]
To the sound of my crescendo
Redemption with this pistol out the window
Grim Reaper cut a key and own a zip code
Family ties, yours and mine
What we in for
Bet you rise to the sound of my crescendo
Redemption with this pistol out the window
Grim Reaper cut a key and own a zip code
Family ties, yours and mine
What we in for
[Verse 2]
God scripted but I'm outta my role
The TV on in the back playin' The Cosby Show
And I'm hopin' me and my son could be like Theo and Cliff
I'm picturin' him and I while I reload a clip
It's startin' awful, the pot made of glass, the floor marble
And I'm just tryna burn any bridges that he can walk through
You can lose every dollar and the blood will stay up on you
Kareem triple beam, I rebounded with a car full, rah
Measurin' pots and measurin' shame
I should've settled for settler ways
Back in my settlin' days
Skinny black boy, heaviest name
Scores to settle, metal to bang
The rhythm of the lullabies is to the beat of how the shots echo
Or the steam comin' up out the kettle
The plot levels continue to rise
Through the phone, I see your soul drift from your eyes
The cord long enough for you to come get your goodbyes
And ain't shit a surprise
And we can both pick up the blame, we can split his demise
'Cause how the fuck should I respond? This is lottery money
Why the fuck should I be calm when I got all this money?
From off of the backs of my people, and the saddle was yours
Given to me in good faith and automatic applause
Atta boy, right? Sell all the product you can barter
But now we goin' father for father
[Chorus]
To the sound of my crescendo
Redemption with this pistol out the window
Grim Reaper cut a key and own a zip code
Family ties, yours and mine
What we in for
Bet you rise to the sound of my crescendo
Redemption with this pistol out the window
Grim Reaper cut a key and own a zip code
Family ties, yours and mine
What we in for
Bet you rise to the sound of my crescendo
[Bridge]
Once upon a time, a Danny Tanner gave to me
A job at the cocaine import agency
Call it CIA and you can wind up DOA
But now your daddy and my daddy get to meet up at the gates, huh
Once upon a time, a Danny Tanner gave to me
A job at the cocaine import agency
Call it CIA and you can wind up DOA
But now your daddy and my daddy get to meet up at the gates
[Outro]
Fair game, right?
Fair game
Fair motherfuckin' game, Teddy
Far game, Reid, whatever you wanna be called
It's fair game
I guess none of us stood a chance, right?
Me, you, Veronique
All our parents was fucked up
None of us stood a chance, right?
Huh
Call it CIA and you can wind up DOA
But now your daddy and my daddy get to meet up at the gates
Once upon a time, a Danny Tanner gave to me
A job at the cocaine import agency
Call it CIA and you can wind up DOA
But now your daddy and my daddy get to meet up at the gates, motherfucker
