Papi's Home (Freestyle)
Keep it real bruh
I'm 23 years old bruh, I done seen a whole lot
I done been through a whole lot
And I ain't change and I don't plan on changing bruh
And this like therapy bruh cause I'm solid
Aye, I'm a grown man
Got to stand on my own ten
Uh, made my own mistakes
Got to pay the consequence
Even with a million dollars
You could use two cents
Asked my mama to forgive me, even though I know she won't forget
Trying to be the nice guy, even though I'm done wrong
You was my dawg, then you turned into a bitch
And that broke me, to the bone
And I don't talk to nobody and I ain't commercial
So I can't put it in no song
And I can't sleep at night cause my mind heavy and lately I been alone
And in that hole it ain't no phone
As of late a nigga feeling better
We done finally made through the cold weather
But my niggas still copping black sweaters
Just for the niggas that be talking extra
But I'm in the house with my bitch watching Dexter
Cause I know them crackers be watching on burners
Sitting in church trying to get me a sermon
Trying to learn discernment
But niggas put me in a bad space
Getting out a bad head space
Niggas turn they back like about face
Baby how you trying to move from the past
But you bringing up shit from the other day
And I know we love each other
But we got to figure out how to see shit the same way
Cause really it ain't no other way
Really I'm giving my all
And that go for you, me and all of my dawgs
Cause niggas don't stand on they word and they balls
Niggas too gangster and mean for me
I love my lady my lady love me
That's my lil Puddin, that baby so sweet
She hold my Glock, my baby so street
And I'm in the kut with a killer fasho
Uh, better act like you know
Only slept in a cell for a night
My dawgs and my girl got right
And that shit beat like a stepson
Sorry judge I'm bout to get me some more guns
Niggas want to be me but ain't never seen nothing
Cause you cant walk in these size 7's trying to be me son
(Niggas don't even know that shit mean the world to me man)
(Fuck what anybody else think bruh my mama like my music)
(That shit turnt a nigga up)
Look at me
Don't turn away
(Uh, and I'm still a real nigga)
I'm trying to find the words to say
Daddy's Home
Daddy's Home
Daddy's Home
Aye, Gang
I'm 23 years old bruh, I done seen a whole lot
I done been through a whole lot
And I ain't change and I don't plan on changing bruh
And this like therapy bruh cause I'm solid
Aye, I'm a grown man
Got to stand on my own ten
Uh, made my own mistakes
Got to pay the consequence
Even with a million dollars
You could use two cents
Asked my mama to forgive me, even though I know she won't forget
Trying to be the nice guy, even though I'm done wrong
You was my dawg, then you turned into a bitch
And that broke me, to the bone
And I don't talk to nobody and I ain't commercial
So I can't put it in no song
And I can't sleep at night cause my mind heavy and lately I been alone
And in that hole it ain't no phone
As of late a nigga feeling better
We done finally made through the cold weather
But my niggas still copping black sweaters
Just for the niggas that be talking extra
But I'm in the house with my bitch watching Dexter
Cause I know them crackers be watching on burners
Sitting in church trying to get me a sermon
Trying to learn discernment
But niggas put me in a bad space
Getting out a bad head space
Niggas turn they back like about face
Baby how you trying to move from the past
But you bringing up shit from the other day
And I know we love each other
But we got to figure out how to see shit the same way
Cause really it ain't no other way
Really I'm giving my all
And that go for you, me and all of my dawgs
Cause niggas don't stand on they word and they balls
Niggas too gangster and mean for me
I love my lady my lady love me
That's my lil Puddin, that baby so sweet
She hold my Glock, my baby so street
And I'm in the kut with a killer fasho
Uh, better act like you know
Only slept in a cell for a night
My dawgs and my girl got right
And that shit beat like a stepson
Sorry judge I'm bout to get me some more guns
Niggas want to be me but ain't never seen nothing
Cause you cant walk in these size 7's trying to be me son
(Niggas don't even know that shit mean the world to me man)
(Fuck what anybody else think bruh my mama like my music)
(That shit turnt a nigga up)
Look at me
Don't turn away
(Uh, and I'm still a real nigga)
I'm trying to find the words to say
Daddy's Home
Daddy's Home
Daddy's Home
Aye, Gang
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Writer(s): Kameron Mckenzie
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