FATHER FIGURE - Tobe Nwigwe, Royce 5'9

Look, I can do in days what may take them years

I done parted ways with those who move in fear

Hard to go astray when the vision’s clear

Low key they might have to throw parades when I’m no longer here

This for the gangsters and the hustlers and the black bleeders

Ain’t got a bar for a mark unless it’s Noxzema

They ain’t tweaking when you speaking, you cannot feature

Push a Hyundai Accent like I can’t afford a BM

Why? Because it ain’t about the cars but the confidence

All my consonants are consequently due to confidence in

Elohim though the metal bring me a peace of mind

We survived places to demonize people minds for what should be legalized, I’m

Just saying dawg, this big old facts

We here to trap with cheese 'cause this big old rats

They look low key you could touch more cheese than the grater

Have some paper but if you’re known for haunting your partners you still big

old trash

The real gon' understand, I pray the fake gon' listen

If you default on your squad you still can change positions

Before I had a pot the pissing on this diction

I envisioned every piece of fruit I brought into fruition

If you hatin' dawg, you trippin'

Goin' in recognition with my missus worth the

I swear to have my art and exhibitions in a minute

Not a rapper to these rappers, I swear I’m a father figure

Yeah, I’m your father figure, ooh

I swear I’m you father figure, ooh

No no, you you

I’m your father figure

Not a rapper to these rappers

I swear I’m a father figure

Dearly beloved

If it’s merely a budget, I’m clearly above it

My skin and my hair is Nigerian colored

And does what a Aryan’s doesn’t

If you purely a puppet

Then you really be stuck in it and you a suffix

I don’t want to be toughest

I’ll just keep it a hundred and think nothing of it

Timidly talking ain’t part of my chemistry

I’m a OG, you kiddin' me?

I see what you giving me be is your liberty what I see is stupidity

You lacking humility seeking validity, shake the mistaken identity

These lacking ability jokers is killing me literally wasting my energy

That’s only a fact, they’ll never hold me I only adapt

You shouldn’t have told you homie come back

They shouldn’t show me they told me in fact

I’m blacker than black

Or packaging crack or packing the MAC on the back of the act

I’m saying I’m something spectacular

Don’t add me, I’m biomolecular

Don’t Google the aftermath, don’t bother

Everything left on the floor is the lava

These nuts George Washington Carver

What you want boy? I’m a piranha

I’m pariah, I am Nirvana

I am a king coming out of Wakanda

I’ll run into you won’t tell what’s the problem

I’mma be honest

I am your father figure

Yeah, I’m your father figure, ooh

I swear I’m your father figure, ooh

No no, you you

I’m your father figure

Not a rapper to these rappers

I swear I’m a father figure

African estate grass and grapes

Masculine the slave master hate

Exactly when they emasculate

Congratulate gay a mass the hate

As the black lady shake

They fascinated, they masturbate

The black parade straight exacerbates

The actual hate, they imaginate

That’s when they races … to straight

Harasses as they evacuate

Imagine wearing a mask and where can’t imagine making it past the day

Hell is hated, heavens are elevated

Melanated masquerade

You celebrate day or vaccinate

You separate, they assassinate

Weapons active, yes, they active

Yes, they match to mashed terrain

Rap day blackness, leather jackets, black beret

Pasta mace, Ice Cube, Jam Master Jay

Trunks of jewelry, come through and truly

Trump security, Grand Master Jay

Gucci cami out of Luciano

To Armani I’m Emiliano

Drove how to hit the demons in Kabul

Gupta model made a Venus

Spent a lot at palazzo

Send you hollow semi-autos

Powder blue diablo

Probably papa copper to honor Brianna and Amadou Diallo

They tracking the African breed to patent the seeds

They snatching the apple from Adam and Eve

To battling the seeds attack chemically to fatten disease

I rap murder violence, methane bars, jet stream God

You rap Turtle Island, just ain’t Charles, F Stein’s law

And that king’s talk, my queen shopping in LA

See me out in that green drop, that thing not a Chevy

Beam on top of that slingshot Glock scene’s office dwelling

And things start to fall apart like Qinghua

Yeah, I’m your father figure, ooh

I swear I’m your father figure, ooh

No no, you you

I’m your father figure

Not just a rapper to these rappers

I swear I’m a father figure