Pops' Son (Album Version) Lyrics

I just wanted more time

Yo, I'm an artist like my pops was

The microphone's my paintbrush

For a while I was jaded, I didn't paint much

Life got it's ways to keep you stuck

With your mind gone, a poet

Without a medium's a ticking time bomb

Thin line between love

And the shit that I'm on

From the block

So bygones is never really bygones

Go ahead, cook up, get your grind on

Don't be surprised

When you look up and your pie's gone

It kind of humbles you

Can't find out what you're made of

Till the situation feels the most uncomfortable

That's how you move when

You're dealing with the subterfuge

So before you ever get to me

I'll come at you, eventually

The breadth in which anyone will mention me

Will be among the greatest in the field

That's where I'm meant to be

Took to heart every word my pops had said to me

So the heart's the only way that you can measure me

I'm an artist like my pops was

The microphone's my paintbrush

Can't relate to these artists that never say much

I know he looking down proud

How I use my voice to paint

I'm still bitter at the choice he made

I love you my old man

You was your own man

We all gotta do what's best for our own plans

I'm keeping you alive, passing on your game

Cause I'm blessed

With two sons to carry on your name

From the start I had a spark to make noise

They say insanity and creativity

Is two sides of the same coin

You could say I'm crazy

What you say could never phase me

Everything they said I couldn't do

Is everything that made me

If I speak it then you'll feel it

I reach into my spirit

Every time I kick a rhyme

It's masterpieces with my lyrics

A can't miss, a sure bet

Whenever this man spit

All I needed was to make beats

And provide the canvas

Regardless what these other rappers do

I'm raising standards

Without giving a damn

Who with angers, accept my fate

Live and die with my mistakes

If everyone thinks you're crazy

It only could mean you ain't

When I'm a goner

I hope and pray I see my father

Let him know I taught my kids

They could be anything they wanna

I'm keeping you alive

Passing on your game

Cause I'm blessed

With two sons to carry on your name

I'm an artist like my pops was

The microphone's my paintbrush

I had to let it free, couldn't keep it caged up

Pops was an artist painting pictures in his times

And I grew to be an artist

Painting pictures with my rhymes

Couldn't draw for shit

So my art was never physical

I had to let my word play depict the visuals

And when I drop them

They hit you like a shotgun

It's just me, I'm my Pops' Son