My Sons - Siya

New York City, then why you gotta say 'yo son' after every sentence?

I’m not your kid

I’m not your child

Why I gotta be your son

Money

I call you son cuz you sound like one

Yeah

I do this shit for my sons

I move a brick with my sons

I hit a lick with my sons

Empty the tip with my sons

I hold it down with my sons

I run the town with my sons

I called the plat for my son

Please do not fuck with my son

I’m in the hood with my sons

Up to no good with my sons

You know we got hoes on the way

I pull a jug with my sons

Then we count up the money

Fuck a nigga acting funny

Come and try to take it from me

Watch how my niggas go dummy

My sons (x3)

Watch how my niggas go dummy

I’m in the streets with my sons

You know where I be with my sons

You don’t want beef with my sons

Cuz we got the keys and the guns

in the game

Better tuck in all your chains

Cuz these niggas don’t play

And these niggas need chains

You know that my city is wicked

You know how these niggas be livin'

You know that we get to the chicken

You know that we really be with it

Four fifth for the shotty

Bad bitches, no thotties

Dice game in the lobby

Hennessey in my body

My sons (x3)

Watch how my niggas go dummy