Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Never knocked with this shit
This year I'm playing pops for my kids
I know the game, I know the guap isn't his
They throwing shade and pray to God it doesn't miss
I know my snake, I mow the lawn, he doesn't hiss
Hold my chain and know tomorrow is legit
I can't 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, I'ma 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
Don't wanna smell it, wanna feel it if the spliff busting
'Cause who was really there when the bliss wasn't? when bliss wasn't?
Is you really with the shits or would you dip from it?
Uh, 'cause who was really there when the bliss wasn't? the bliss wasn't
Is you really with the shits or would you dip from it? Or you dip from it?
