Puddin’ Pops

[Chorus]
It was all a dream
But I never read Word Up! magazine
Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—
Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring
Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up
Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest
I'm just tryna give till nothing's left
Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest
Long as my people know I tried my best

[Verse 1]
No one is above the laws of god, sometimes life is a facade
Will the pay ever add up to the job?
'Cause all the time I see is a lot of sufferin'
Runnin' my people into the ground over a little nothin'
Now our own peoples do the most harm to us
We even kill each other turf that don't belong to us
We drink big but fall short, what is this?
I'm just tryna see another side of the business
In this world it's hard askin' for help
When the poverty hit below the belt
So it's just best to do for self, and stay to self, can we progress like that?
All the knowledge I receive I try to give right back
While I just lay out facts, you got whack ass raps
Tellin' lies on wax. I despise those cats

[Chorus]
It was all a dream
But I never read Word Up! magazine
Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—
Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring
Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up
Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest
I'm just tryna give till nothing's left
Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest
Long as my people know I tried my best

[Verse 2]
It's hell on earth, but it's paradise too
So many snakes with the parasite flu
Lookin' at the god like you doing something new
It ain't my problem you dudes can't handle the truth
Like you was the only nigga thuggin' before the stoop
Like you was the only nigga livin' up in the zoo
Like you was the only nigga but you don't got a clue
So I was the only nigga that grew
So show some respect
Those niggas crave to put some chains on ya neck
Put up a bet, niggas that do it for the fame and the check
Your move was off balance, see no entry in my palace
I'm putting stars on niggas heads like Dallas
I got ghetto dreams, got heat to settle themes
Cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine
Heat to settle themes, cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine

[Chorus]
It was all a dream
But I never read Word Up! magazine
Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—
Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring
Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up
Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest
I'm just tryna give till nothing's left
Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest
Long as my people know I tried my best