Pop

It started off with a scholarship I done did some things in the past I aint proud of it Playing for Hurricanes I was ballin, I was running shit One foot in and one out of it Was robbing before the practices I had to learn the hustle, playa game with the dice n wrist Ima magician with the cards, yea Pops showed a lot of triccs Used to tell me I gotcha on the field for every one you get And even though I know they all grown how you leave yo jits I know you missing Auntie Leah cooking, the fish & grits And what about Gene? that's yo jr and your grandkids And my momma was yo roll dawg ever since kids I know my cousin Tranica feel so lost, shit is damaging But I'm still thuggin Shit really don't mean nothing that a nigga can't manage Intentions good in situations but still caused damage I'm too exclusive with this beef shit Cook the opps in a pan That temp get hotter in the streets quicc Just might fucc up the fan Say farewell to this town Before I spread my wings I want blue cheese no ranch Niccas had ants in they pants They wasn't helping my position so I gotem in my stance Nigga looking crazy I Swiss em before he say something Fucc a Dr. Phil fixin niggas aint in my income Matrix pill blew one Spend ya blocc hoop one Catch a opp shoot one Don't let that boy do one Smoking this exotic to a king from a futon Rest in peace Pops Feel like I failed, like I aint do enough Say farewell to this town Before I spread my wings