Bambu - Pops lyrics

Uh, huh, uh huh yeah
What up, son? Yo

It was one-two-one-seven two-zero-zero-seven
Fresh out of pretty woman a rebel woman
Another proud brown bloodline, baby
Been wanting to be a daddy
Your beautiful mama made me
Trials and tribulations months anticipatin'
Trying to stay afloat and raise
You on a bank statement
Not good enough for a college kid
While staying positive
"Yo, how you living bam?"
"Just on my grind and shit"
Double shifts to put some health in ya life
A roof to call your home
Blanket for you at night
To real dad’s, the real man
Through working class hands
Yeah, it's hard to live with a


Whole system on your back
Not built for you to win in
Struggle or go to prison
Insomniac, worry about passing that
To my children fuck it, I’m making pancakes
I’m on my pop shit
Yo this a song for us dads
Go head and knock this

I work hard for a dollar man
Just like my pops
I keep through it keep it moving homie
Just like my pops
That shit tough tryna maintain
Just like my pop shit was trouble so behave
I blame this shit on ma pop

My dad always on my ass about a job
Here’s a thanks in a song
Hopefully we move on
Never heard him say "I love you"
But I felt it in life
Running round our neighborhood trying to
Find my stolen bike
With a 38 special in his jeans
They respected pops on my street at 87 OG
Shoot-outs in the middle of Mariposa
He come through when mom call him
Like "goddammit Jonah"
For some shit I did wrong
Mom passed that belt but nothing ain’t hurt
Me more than when he left
I felt like if my pops only showed
Me that he cares when I’m bad
Then fuck it, I’ll be bad
Affection from my dad in a beat down
"Pop look at me now, hope I make you proud
'fore you go senile" see now
Let’s leave it in the past
Help me try and teach your grandson
To be a man who

Work hard for a dollar man
Just like his pops
Get through it keep it moving homie
Just like his pops shit tough tryna maintain
Just like his pops shit is trouble so behave
Blame that shit on his pops

But how much longer can I blame it on my pop?
Old man struggle with some shit to
Keep me off of that rock and it worked
So though I might talk a little shit
I’m glad that my dad was dumb strict
And coupled with the violence in the house
It was rough so minus all
The violence in my house imma bring up
A brown little down little filipino soldier
Who’s already made his daddy proud
About a million times over
Took a non-violent parent class
Fatty food, cutting back
Daddy tried to raise me with a
Punch we ain’t doin that
I know you got a temper
Like me and your gramps
So I’m tryna get you focused when you amped
So now it’s about me leading by example
Working out my issues and my
Issues with with you mama
While you little from a playground runnin’
To a schoolyard cupping son
You can tell me anything no judgement just

Work hard for a dollar man be like your pop
Get through it keep it moving homie
Just like ya pop shit tough tryna maintain
Just like ya pop shit is trouble so behave

Hey

Hey

Work hard for a dollar man be like your pop
Get through it keep it moving homie
Just like ya pop shit tough tryna maintain
Just like ya pop shit was trouble so behave
Blame that shit on ya pop

I get down on them pancakes
Sick witht he chicken strips
Mac and cheese mac, homie
I’m a dad, I take care of my kid
I know it's tough but i’m saying
Grab hold of your kid cause

Somebody in the world lost a son today
I’m saying somebody in the world
Lost a daughter today