Father Figure, Pt. 1.5

Big bands big bank roll, uh But you can't pay your dues Sure got a lot of opinions Wanna try on these shoes Wishing that this ain't common Supreme on your back, hot damn But y'all still eatin' ramen While acting like the man Taking this bitch and make it my own Raking up dollars while shining my thrown Writing like scholarly please won't your pardon me Part of me hardly wants to come out of me Thinking its best if I get a lobotomy Part of me wants to eat all of these oddities Thinking they're lotteries deep from the bottom Blood on the leaves, so I guess it is Autumn Don't talk down on me I could be your manager And still be making all this flame Too close and it will damage ya You ask if it is free But I sit back and laugh at ya Because, best believe they'll know my name No cap my rap can back it up Y'all are my sons I guess it is done No need to pretend, if you feel I offend Then you must be the one Y'all are my sons I guess it is done No need to pretend, if you feel I offend Then you must be the one Y'all are my sons I guess I am done, ya Ya, ya Y'all are my sons I guess I am done, ya Ok, for sure This is that shit reminiscent of death Pistol done whipped all them boys in the head Playing with Saiyans who sprayin' with lead Propane in my cadence, ya'll put me to bed I feel like a doctor who loves Eminem's Rapping with ease while I'm making these gems But take me away, and what do we get A lot of what ifs and a lot of regret Ya'll made the Ryno come back from the grave Delivering warnings so stay in your lane If you are feeling some type of way I implore you to please, just utter my name Because I'm making dollars, not striving for fame Let it be known that I'm ready to play Calling me Poe cuz' it's dark and insane Just goes to show that you don't know my name, bitch