paroles de chanson Pop's Song - Promonant

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.