Letras:
Dead Serious Like Father Like Son

never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school [Verse 5] Raquel treat me like my father like

Back then when my mom played my father?s role Now I?m a man runnin' with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit but I?m one

son, yeah, some of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son? Word, what he doin' out here? Son

it, I used to be bullied for honor classes By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school [Verse 5] Raquel treat me like my father like

no back piece I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head One says, "Chill", the other's like, "Them niggas gotta be dead" Instead we all went

a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from

I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school [Verse 5] Raquel treat me like my father like

I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school [Verse 5] Raquel treat me like my father like

: x2] Our Father, who art in Heaven I will be thy Name, thy kingdom come I must bring out guns in the name of thy son And the Holy Spirit make my enemies