[Lyric] Pop (Lajose)

It started off with a scholarship
I done did some things in the past I ain't 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 rеally don't mean nothing that a nigga can't manage
Intentions good in situations but still causеd 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 ain't 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 ain't do enough

Say farewell to this town
Before I spread my wings