Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puddin' pops, artist - Mach-Hommy. Album song Wide Berth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tha God Fahim
Song language: English
Puddin' pops |
| It was all a dream |
| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine |
| Maybe a lil' Dr. King |
| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring |
| Praying for success like a fiend |
| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest |
| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left |
| Only way we ever part is death |
| And when I lay in rest, as long as people know I tried my best |
| 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 |
| It was all a dream |
| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine |
| Maybe a lil' Dr. King |
| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring |
| Praying for success like a fiend |
| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest |
| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left |
| Only way we ever part is death |
| And when I lay in rest, long as people know I tried my best |
| 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 |
| It was all a dream |
| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine |
| Maybe a lil' Dr. King |
| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring |
| Praying for success like a fiend |
| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest |
| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left |
| Only way we ever part is death |
| And when I lay in rest, long as people know I tried my best |