Son Of Greg

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Son of Greg, child of God

Eyes closed off cause I'm trying to decide

How to coincide with father time

Then my eyes go wide

Cause I'm trying to tightrope walk on my bottom line

Same time I'm trying to fight those thoughts

This is how a psycho talks

I'm cut like that, so why throw salt

I'll beat your ass then step on your glasses, mazel tov

It's not a threat

No it's a promise and you hoes know it's death before dishonor

Oh they sleeping on me now?

Their narcoleptic soul, this tech will blow, they whole set can go pajamas

My think tank is infested with piranhas

Everybody else's dress code is Giuseppe I guess I'll go with Yves-Saint Lauren

I'm the reason why your lady's been displaying odd behavior

She said call her later, why?

Cause I'm inside the broad head like Charles Xavier

Thoroughbred millionaire with a billionaire mind state

Flyin' down to MIA

We at KOD, you throwing singles I'm throwing Stephenson's, Lances

I call them that cause I blow em' in Bron's face

Then leave them on the dancers

Wait til' the lights come on, wave to a light come on

Then leave and go to mansions

But I'ma leave the rich nigga talk to those who put faith in the dollar and hold little grudges

And I'ma move on and blow bigger budgets

Talking in cold while thinking I'm cold, hoes really love it

My old soul trying not to be the sober nigga judging

In retrospect I was a different beast

I switched the wine a few different times trying to slow down like "Let me sip and see"

Thats not sobriety, thats a called a problem

Thats like being inside a car that caught on fire and all you do is switch your seat

And this is me, take me as I am

Or leave me as you saw me where you liked me last

Believe me that i'm sorry that your sorry ass can't comprehend these bars

Through all these new cars and this viking mask

This is the memory of the 20 year old version of me like my wifey's past

The big fish in the small pond forever trying to calm down my big brothers pisces ass

Telling me about these niggas talking about me and how come I bite my tongue

I said "Bro these niggas is weak to me"

I rather let them do all their wrong in the dark then have to right my sun

Write my son, that shit is deep to me

Often with writing I be in awe when my thoughts are composed while laying song

If I never would of took that first drink I probably would be playing the Game of Thrones

With Marshall and Hov but this ain't no HBO season this is take your ho season

In order to cheat death you gotta either respect me, friend me, or pray for your beating if theres tension between us

And I sense that I'm swinging, I don't wait for no reason, I was raised by Cool J, Cube and Jesus

You was raised by new shades, Fuse, and a pair of shoes made by yeezus

Now beat it before I serve you immorally

I'll show you that theres no correlation between murder and maturity

I'm the Son of Greg, the child of God