Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, never not with the shit
This year Im playing pops for my kids
I know the game, I know the guap isnt his
They throwing shade and pray to God it doesnt miss
I know my snake, I mow the lawn, he doesnt hiss
Hold my chain and know tomorrow is legit
I cant complain about my sorrows as a jit
Hold my fist when I know abyss coming
Hold a clip cause I can feel it when my chips running
Poppa know me, Ima get it if I did want it
Grown quick, I peep the dollar, keep their lips clucking
These niggas lying, tryna bridge nothing
Tryna get me out my mind when I did nothing
I was born around the time when they chipped pumpkin
Brodie, I was sick, running
Days when I was really in the crib hungry
Really bout to lick something
More mature, they used to treat me like the big cousin
Tell me what it is, cousin
Dont wanna smell it, wanna feel it if the spliff busting
Cause who was really there when the bliss wasnt? when bliss wasnt?
Is you really with the shits or would you dip from it?
Uh, cause who was really there
When the bliss wasnt? the bliss wasnt
Is you really with the shits or
Would you dip from it? Or you dip from it?