Father Abraham Songtext
von 1k Phew

Yeah, come on
Let′s go

Two birds, two brrr (here we go now)

Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them (plenty)
Ain't no sense in playing, ′cause I'm too player, I ain't one of them (player)
Blessings all in my hand, and I′ma count it right in front of them (let′s get it)

I'm a Eastside church boy, coming in stepping
Please don′t mind me (east side)
Light of mine, too bright, can't find me (too bright)
Tell the evil, get behind me (behind)
Tell the twin to tell a twin (tell a twin)
Tryna pay for the world, it′s grimy (it's grimy)
Put ice on the cross like hockey (ice)
I ain′t never gon' get too cocky (too cocky)


Had a word with a crossing guard, I was like
What you doing? you cannot stop me (what you doing?)
Pray to God, look at what he brought me (pray to God)
Living life, look at what he taught me (living life)
He gon' do just what He said
It ain′t no if and buts or probably′s (he said it)
OG, so it ain't no copy
In the church, we got it hopping (sheesh)

Yeah, in the church, we got it jumping (here we go now)

Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them (plenty)
Ain′t no sense in playing, 'cause I′m too player, I ain't one of them (player)
Blessings all in my hand, and I′ma count it right in front of them
Yeah (blessings all in my hand, yeah), yeah
I don't need no more Xans, I'm already popping, so I ain′t popping them (popping)
Father Abraham had plenty sons, so don′t you play with him, yeah

Yeah, ayy, okay

Brown boy looking like Jesús with my melanin
Late show, Friday night lights, on my Letterman
Heard a preacher (preacher), uh, preach impediment (preacher)
Wise man headed to the stars, 'cause I′m Bethlehem (let's get it)
Steady on my walk (steady), posted with the flock (flock)
And I′m in New Hollywood, we switching up the plot (party)
Heard a lot of talk (talk), but it was only talk (yeah)
Stone-cold shoulders, but I'm with the Rock (he got stone-cold shoulders)


Father Abraham had plenty sons, and I am one of them
Ain′t no sense in playing, 'cause I'm too player, I ain′t one of them (player)
Blessings all in my hand, and I′ma count it right in front of them
Yeah, (blessings all in my hand, yeah), yeah
I don't need no more Xans, I′m already popping, so I ain't popping them (popping)
Father Abraham had plenty sons, so don′t you play with him