.pops number. Lyrics

I remember things I should probably forget

Like Pops number is five, and that's the next track in the list

Track list, organizing this rap shit

This is the only time I talk about dad

I think I'm just batshit

I need to know his weakness, it might offer me strength

When I dissed him, it got him heated

Told me I was shiftin' the blame

But why show me the shit you didn't accomplish?

I'm fifty percent failure, you got me thinkin' I'm dog shit

Backyards covered with the dogs past meals

Oh, my bad, I'm sorry I mentioned food

But you know that shit poppin', come on pops

What's for dinner?

Ice creams for sinners, yet I scream for dessert

That's my father's love

He taught me to eat, that's why I love beef

Fuck Jabez Z

Oh shit, battle for the ages, Jabez Z versus Zack

Keep these dawgs in the cages and allow them three blank pages

Each stage got you stiff, left you six feet below

Not dead yet, but your mind has you choked

You can't see me, cause you're still seein' a past

I might have a broad head, but I'm still thinkin' of raps

You have a broad head, and it's worthless, it's true

If you don't want to see me, you don't have to

But don't say it's because of other people feelins' dude

Just be honest, you don't like who I've become

I'm like your worst nightmare, cause I've spent five years young

With the five-year drum, that created my heartbeat

Five years pops, now I'm almost twenty-one

Always Strong