[Intro]
Ayy man, it's The Oddfather
Not The Godfather
A.K.A. The Trap Father
Trap God 3 on the way
Guwop vs. Gucci on the way
I'm the only n***a can make 5 mil' sitting down
20 mil' on the first month I get back
100 mil' 'fore I get out this shit
It's Guwop, 1017 Bricksquad, the Oddfather, enjoy

[Verse]
Father status, La Cosa Nostra mentality
Last night I plead insanity, in court screaming profanity
Free my n***a Chapo Guzmán
R.I.P. to Griselda
Feel like we the Felix brothers, Mexican Mafia Records
I might buy a laundry mat just to clean the monefa
I done let Keyshia see too much, so now it's cheaper to keep her
Got so many enemies, can fill the Phillip's Area
And I hunt like an hyena play, with racks like Serena
I was born broke in Alabama, man my family was poor
A young snotty nose sleeping on my granddaddy floor
Is this a crack house, 'cause junkies keep walking through the door
Plus my stomach having cramps about going to steal out the store
And if my school lunch wasn't free I wouldn't have nothing to eat
So many cousins at my house, I didn't have nowhere to sleep
Didn't notice I was poor till I walked down the street
Rather have holes in my shoes than have no shoes on my feet
My family tree filled of alcoholics, n***a, gangstas and theives
Had to learn how to fight before you learn how to read
Wish my grandma was still living, miss my sister Charlese
'Cause she the only one I know kept it realer than me
Wop!