Finesse Father (Intro)

[Intro] Streets cold Ain't no promised lords Jays Drug dealers Money flippers Hustlers, hoes Everybody tryna get some money Where there's Jigga Or rider 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 the racks I was born to 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