Pop's Song Video (MV)

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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