Tyla's Dad Lyrics

House of Reps

You know I didn't even want to do this

But I had to come back look

Might as well not wake up

If you don't have a purpose

If you don't have a reason

Why the fuck you breathing

I told myself that one day

I would make it out East Cleveland

And then I made it out

Is this what life about

I'm one of them niggas

Who chose money over clout

Avoided death in prison

When they tried to take me out

I'm one of them niggas

who decided to switch my route

Real niggas extinct

There's no more coming out

I'm one of the last

Just look at my past

I ain't had no help one time

When I was on my ass

I fucked a bitch and disappeared

The ghost of Christmas past

Three blunts of anejo

It's time to have a blast

If I stuff instead of roll it

Tell me how long will it last

I feel real sorry for you

If you still doing puff puff pass

My bitch said I wouldn't make it

Then I left and now she mad

When it comes to making music nigga

I be in my bag

Pull up with some reefer smoke

I bet you never had

In the streets I am that nigga

but at home I'm Tyla's dad

I swear this ain't nothing special

On Tuesday eating crab

On Wednesday eating lobster

Who cares if I'm not popular

The nigga he ain't house of reps

He more like a imposter

I need a bitch who cooked and cleaned

I swear I changed my roster

I'm at the table suit and tie

Steak and shrimp like mobster

If I'm making million dollars

then that shit won't be a shocker

Cause I'm one of them niggas

who chose money over clout

Avoided death in prison

when they tried to take me out

I'm one of them niggas

Who decide to switch my route

Real niggas extinct

There's more more coming out

Yeah I'm one of the last

House of reps gang

Music for the soul

T-Rell