Bambú - Pops lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah What up, son? Yo [Verse 1] 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 sh**” 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 cla** hands Yeah, its 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 pa**ing that to my children f** it, I'm making pancakes I'm on my pop sh** Yo this a song for us dads Go head and knock this [Hook x2] I work hard for a dollar man Just like my pops I keep through it keep it moving homie Just like my pops That sh** tough tryna maintain Just like my pop sh** was trouble so behave I blame this sh** on ma pop [Verse 2] My dad Always on my a** 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 sh** I did wrong Mom pa**ed 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 f** it, I'll be bad Affection from my dad in a beat down “Pop look at me now, hope I make you proud That you gonna see now” See now Let's leave it in the past Help me try and teach your grandson to be a man who [Hook x2] Work hard for a dollar man Just like his pops Get through it keep it moving homie Just like his pops sh** tough tryna maintain Just like his pops sh** is trouble so behave Blame that sh** on his pops [Verse 3] But how much longer can I blame it on my pop? Old man struggle with some sh** to keep me off of that rock And it worked, so though I might talk a little sh** 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 cla** 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 [Hook] Work hard for a dollar man Be like your pop Get through it keep it moving homie Just like ya pop sh** tough tryna maintain Just like ya pop sh** 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 sh** tough tryna maintain Just like ya pop sh** was trouble so behave Blame that sh** 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 its tough but i'm saying grab hold of your kid cause [Outro x2] Somebody in the world lost a son today I'm saying somebody in the world lost a daughter today