Finesse Father (Intro)

Streets caught

Ain't no promise lords

J's, drug dealers

Money flippers

Hustlers, hoes

Everybody tryna' get some money

Whether it's juggin', or robbin'

Broke all my life

My mom was struggling

I ain't have no choice, but to get my bands up

I'll do anything for them racks

I was brought in this world to do one thing

And that's finesse

I done got so good at this shit

They started calling me the finesse father

Haha