Pop's Song Lyrics

Yo, damn pops where the love go?

My only homie had me walking the struggle, damn

It still got me in tears, we been this tight for bout 21 years

And nigga still imma soldier

Waiting on that phone call

Hoping that my daddy get his life together once and for all

He tell me son I'm doing good i'm glad you doing the same

I tell him pops I gotta little real shit on my brain

These niggas throwing dirt on ya name to fuck up the game

I had to take it one day at a time

I tell him pops I'm doing good i'm glad you doing the same

I got some real shit that's been on my mind

He says life is what you make it so be grateful

He has his own way of being thankful

Protected by the blood of my angels I feel enabled aye

its perfect celebration now I'm back to getting paper

Now here it goes again I'm getting naughtier by nature

This imbalanced hatred is taking over my navel

So unstable yet designed for this greatness I know I'm capable

And daddy imma be grinding for you to hear my single

These niggas throwing dirt on ya name to fuck up the game

I had to take it one day at a time

I tell him pops I'm doing good i'm glad you doing the same

I got some real shit that's been on my mind

I never held nothing against you nah homie not a word

I think second chances are something that everyone deserves

Sisters love you to death they say you get on they nerves

And all our mamas stay away from the curb

My feelings for you never changed when we went through shit

Its all good, cause everybody dick got licked

These bad bitches stay legit when it's money waiting for em

When its gone, who the fuck is taking care of nothing

Gotta 100 million problems that I have to address

I gotta lotta niggas wanting me to show some respect

I grind hard to get this moolah bust my ass for a check

You know the pain runs deep every goddamn step

And by the way if you was gone I know its time to be a man I hope you understand

I'm fully grown and have to do the best that I can

My nigga keep ya head up and stay counting bands

My nigga

These niggas throwing dirt on ya name to fuck up the game

I had to take it one day at a time

I tell him pops I'm doing good i'm glad you doing the same

I got some real shit that's been on my mind

I wrote this shit about you thinking that this wasn't gone be long

It's been a minute since I had the chance to write a song

I saw you smiling at me when I had my first computer

then I start rapping off instrumentals just going stupid

Young & clueless act as if I'm ruthless but it's useless

Don't be stupid listen to this music get into it

Paper chasing never taking breaks I gotta get it

Like my pops said you only live once before the ending

So I'm writing plenty lyrics thanks for all that's listening

Hopefully my father gets to hear it

And if I ever find myself on different strokes channeling your image

Just remember dad it's only the beginning

These niggas throwing dirt on ya name to fuck up the game

I had to take it one day at a time

I tell him pops I'm doing good i'm glad you doing the same

I got some real shit that's been on my mind