Over the slow tempo Meltycanon-produced beat, Father delivers a 3-minute lyrical exercise that finds him effortlessly putting on for his squad & ride-or-die hittas. No word yet as for where this will end up, but hopefully there’s more on the way, or better yet an entire project for that matter.
Take a listen and let us know what you think.
Fake as fuck motion pictures
Not for Emmy’s, all my hittas totin’ semi’s
Automatic weapon, I'm the wrong nigga to threaten
Jet Li with a lethal weapon