to my pops

[Intro]
Look
This one going out to my pops, yeah
Oh, it's up?
Nah, i love you dad
Check me out
This like take 50
Begin

[Verse 1]
Shit, i'm tired of doing what they worry 'bout (for real)
Nothing cultivate my own
Tryna take a trip to norway but i'm broke and barely grown
But grown enough to get wasted and chug a whole patrón
And grown enough to be hated for everything i've known
And made
That's life, i guess (yep)
Everybody need a thing or two to play that mental chess
For me, it's girls and working and some weed (ah)
'cuz it is my strengths
Therefore, when i'm walking out in public, i'm a rubberneck
A rubberneck
'specially when it come for forty number checks
Lady, please don't interject
'sum to mind
Slow
Ooh-ooh
They were nice
And you
Ooh
They were nice
And you
Ooh
They were nice
Ooh

[Verse 2]
I get it, lady