Father Potent
(Intro: American Gangster)
Frank Lucas: The most important thing in business is honesty
Integrity, hardwork, family, never forgetting where we came from
See, you are what you are in this world
Either you're somebody, or nobody
(Verse)
I was all Linux heaven came first brought the Range to the block
On my daughter's life, that nigga hopped out in the sax
Mink rugs on the floor, life supafly
Harlem nigga, way before it's time, word to ?
Now I'm feelin' like killa when fowl L's
Harlem streets already thankin' me for mac around
I'm like y'all welcomed, my young boy got the blow
You niggas was all phantom, just takin' up the space
You was taking psychology, I was taking up space
(Nah, I don't think they heard you)
Flow been out of this world, I'm just up against hate
Rest in peace Tony Gwynn, I'm aimin' for the fence today
Death to the drums, I kill sh*t, no sympa-thay
Orchestrate greatness, f**k a verse, I give a symphonies
I'm only mentioned like Michael, and any one of the disappearances (?)
And the fightings, why worry what's behind you?
Niggas like Mills, where ya been? Been tryna find you
I'm like I've been gettin' money, typical sh*t that I do
Keep all that fake love
My daughter Maggie might have pimpin'(?) some nights for daddy
Ain't have a great plug
(Verse 2)
Keep all that fake love
My daughter Maggie might have pimpin'(?) some nights for daddy
Ain't have a great plug
Everybody there when all yo songs play in the club
Niggas'll party wicha but they won't play in the mud
Might sound funny, but hatin' ain't love
Since day one, I neva had sh*t to say to a judge
Bonified, certified
I put a call in and make the rate of the murders rise
f**k a hook, I did this just for the competition
Just know I met you niggas next, I hope you're payin' attention
I mastered the art of doin', not the art of hopin'
Can't blame you for bein' a b**ch, the bond with yo father broke
I f**ked yo b**ch and now yo heart is broken
Call me Millz, or call me father potent
All praise ado!
