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Father Confessional Lyrics - Artist : Papoose
I just want that ass to tap
Ten Adderall's I can go for days I just live slow these days I just live slow these days Guess I'm bout to ass to tap Ten Adderall's I can go for days Most of the time I just run alone these days Nigga got me better on my own these days Said I got them perc and them Xanax flows And all the shit they sniffin' round for the calm to hatin' A lot of clowns startin' to alter without a congregation Fuck them nations with a rubber till condemnation Greatest to come from my city there's no conjugation I'm a walking verb I live a lot through my actions I guess for some people sneak dissing and talking works I left my mommas house to be the man my pops couldn't been But fuck it I'm here ain't no use to be talking what should have been It's been two marriages since we are were real family Fuck the mistakes is there a man really as good as him? I guess there is, is why I vow to be about be right there for my own You ain't famous you barely noticed and quite fairly unknown Used to try and stop the wave y'all barely was on No my pockets out here burdens all heavy alone Longevity inevitably does the work on its own Keep the local hype for life I do the work of the throne It's amazing to see niggas still is still perform on one record Now instead of me versus them they want a verse on their song True colors being revealed by and by Me and my mother's new husband ain't seeing eye to eye Emotions on the high and I'm sadly to grown to care He want a step son but mamma didn't have me on the stairs For all the niggas partaking in all the side hating From my city keep breaking sweats for pictures and replying statements I pray I'm stunting forever until your pride is taken and I get off to your downfalls That shits amazing I'm here to be a better example and teach my children patience The difference between who's great and the greatly mistaken Before I ever sign a deal nigga I shook on it You probably still photobombing trying to get a look on it Hatred seems to be the drug they all hooked on but quick To send me a beat to put a hook on In hopes that I promote it with them or be the biggest thing they get looks on Personally sound like all the shit I'm good on How far you really going to go talking about you trying to put your hood on Mama's still trying to put her hood on I just want that ass to tap Ten Adderall's I can go for days I just live slow these days I just live slow these days Guess I'm bout ass to tap Ten Adderall's I can go for days Most of the time I just roll alone these days Nigga got me better on my own these days I'm representing with King Jones sidekicks blackberries and flip phones Karl Kani jeans and guess shirts the big clothes Black tape over the broke handle of his chrome Kickback from the revolver injured my wrist bone Fatherly confessions a king speaking from his throne Think they bout to make me a grandfather my kids grown Doing calisthenics muscle show through my skin tone Dipping through the set Jewels, Cam, and Jim Jones Mental incarceration got him locked up in his dome No more "free Remy" its "free Pap" she been home Flying first class my jet blue like Nip homes Touch down like Odell I'm in the end zone Passes to deadbeat Dads, we don't give those When you live in a glass house you shouldn't send stones Gun to you father I'm 'bout to catch a body You gonna get your pops smoked welcome to the party Sold Brooklyn the lactose beneath the dope pushing bacon soda Pyrex standing over the stove cooking Battlefield traveler taking a voyage most wouldn't Brooklyn house inmate under the cops nose juks n' Asking you to massage your sneakers when no CO's looking Take your Jordan's off of your fee and stick my whole foot in Went through the toll booth without paying Drove crooked way before they put up the cameras and got the tolls took in Cosby, cool G, y'all softer than old pudding They don't want to give em' his just due they look they just overlook em' |
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