[Intro: Papi, Abel Miller]
Welcome to Son of Donovan
That Hill Southside shit
We been here
I fathered mine (you know how this shit is)
Put this money before your family?
Fucked up
Gon' put these bitches before your family?
Fucked up
Yo

[Verse 1: Papi, Abel Miller]
White block Hulk Hogan
Rollin' round' in a stolen
Whipped car then i owned one
I don't need them, I don't know them
I don't feed them I just throw them
Ride out when I'm rolling
Heart beat but I own it
Problem to control it
More fame more bullshit
Misunderstanding, its awkward
Pick a channel and work with it
Man I don't judge I ain't perfect
I'm the one putting this work in
Do this forever no curfew
Take a brick I reversed him
This is rap but I do it in person
If a n***a excited I burst him
He don't like it my n***a you worthless
You ain't a taking a crumb for this workrate
Yeah, I love it but love don't reserve me
Fell in love with the strip in the first place
How you loving these bitches they thirsty
Put in this work we get dirty
N***a's get jerked cause none of them certy
My hoody got blood on it, works, same as my shirt, and thats just my birthplace
Im good, on my wood, on my work, these n***a's ain't good but the earth they just work at it
Hood but I'm good, on my hood, on my hood, they ain't love me cause n***a it's worth it
Turn them to pudding if n***as try push me, the blessings around me no verse at it

[Chorus: Abel Miller]
I been grinding so long I'm just trying to get on yeah
Grinding so long, just trying to get on yeah
Yeah
Oh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Papi, Abel Miller]
Yo
Come from the Jungle they got me looking, like im born in the city The swagga bitches man they all coming with me
And I'm the picne
From the nitty gritty
Got these nittys kicking
Got these bitches wishing
But you see the watch and it ain't never stopping, block and full of nittys
I can't be the nitty
So I gotta get it in
Ain't no fucking pitty
It's a bricky city
All the flipping ticking
For the love of riches
I give out the pictures
For the love Mr's
I give her no kisses
It's a dirty world
Is you thugging with me
All my brothers with me
For the young and flipping
I ain't done with strippy
Chill on the beach like I got no picne
You better be running, gunning or be hungry with me, the hill is a gift piece

[Outro: Abel Miller]
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