Son Of A Gun

Let the band play. Clark! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm a 90s baby, lately I been going Crazy. I been going crazy lately, I been going Crazy crazy. Yeah, I been going crazy crazy. Yeah, yeah. I been getting paper, paper. Made a whole M without a mother major label, Yeah. They like, "Clark, you major." I just sent a new set of hoes on A new Mercedes. These tryna have my baby. I can't go out like that baby, no way. Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav. Got all these feeling my front sway, yeah. All these feeling my front sway. I be fresh to death, they tryna put me On a runway, yeah. And I still remember those Days. I couldn't wait to go to school just To show off my new J's, yeah. Hard head what you say. Push up on him, make him skate like Lupe, Yeah. And I got some things on me like Hussein. Paper Route the gang, yeah, we the new Wave. Uh, and I just bought a new chain. Matter fact, two chains, young two-piece, uh, Yeah. Young insane. We was taking before we ever heard of Boomcame, Yeah. I'm higher than two planes. You drinking fake drank, man you too lame. Uh, yeah. Ayy, man you lame. Yeah, lame as play with us, what? Aim and bust. Yeah, ate 'em up. Slam dunk your ain't no Laying up. I run up that bag, ain't no Waiting up. Ayy, uh, remember I was way up. Yeah, tell 'em to and I came from nothing. Tell my mama that a change gon' come. Yeah, yeah. Straight out the slum, straight out the slum. Uh, went and got my first bag and spent A half on guns. Yeah, rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she Raised a don, uh, uh, yeah. And shoutout to my mama, I'm a son of A gun. Yeah, Uh.