(Verse 1)
Welcome to Hell, I'm back...yes
Son of a son-of-a-b**h in a black
Cesspool of regret
With a gun in my back, pressed
Under a new umbrella
You motherf**ers don't expect that I'm iller
Cuz my complexion's vanilla
Still, I'm borderline;
Pushing water lines back - manage with
Shorter times ALL the time
On the grind, gettin it
Living in conditions where deliverance [is]
Delivered indiscriminate[ly]
Who give a sh**?
Inconsiderate b**hes keepin me pivotin'
Simple is not sinful;
A thimbleful of the truth they're exhibitin
My mission is far from impossible
Spittin bars til my tonsils aren't too far from the roof
Leave my slang hangin' not too far from the noose
DNA is game-changin
Ilke g**ners who blaze AK's and then take names later...
Place major blame on your neighbors
Without looking too hard for the proof
(Chorus)
Am I sayin lots?
Am I enabling myself to shift the blame a lot?
Nah
Am I the realest in the f**in spot, or not?
Am I lying, or am I tryna find a way to stop?
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h?
All that's left for a son of a son of a
Son of a b**h is (DEATH)
(Verse 2)
Always tryna remain emphatic
They' tellin me I'm an addict
But I'm feeling more like a junkie with junk up inside his attic
I'm lucky I'm from the country I'm from
Or I'd be the saddest story
Ever told, after or before me
I got it bad, yeah, sure - but it's worse in Africa...
I'll take a breath, cuz I CAN; it could be worse
I could be born in Iran or Iraq
Imagine, son?
That sh**'d be wacker than hell
Like lickity-split, I'd pickity-pack my backpack and I'd bail, but...
(Chorus)
...am I sayin lots?
Am I enabling myself to shift the blame a lot?
Nah
Am I the realest in the f**in spot, or not?
Am I lying, or am I tryna find a way to stop?
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes
Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h?
All that's left for a son of a son of a
Son of a b**h is (DEATH)