pops tired

Aye, aye, sir
Pops tired, pops tired, pops tired
I told him chill
When I get it, he can throw away the bills
He ain’t trying to sell
Problems on my head, sun up in the field
New slaves up in the field
New pain, some don’t never feel
What you know bout that for real?
Lookin' at his face, he don’t look the same
Shook still, look him in the eyes
Nigga, in my head
I ain’t the one to hide from niggas
If you fam, I’m ridin' with ya
We was runnin' from the pigs only
All me, gun up in my face
Nigga, what it’s gon be
Smiling with my gold teeth
Might put on a long tee
Skating in the streets, I’m a army
Freedom Man on me
White man hatin' on me, I’mma break regardless
We still in for the pink while you too busy stealin' charges
And sisters goddess, word to the collar squad goddess
We be with the gods often
See the sky fallin', see the sky fallin', wait
Chill, chill, chill, nigga, chill, nigga, chill, chill, nigga, chill
Don’t you want me, I’m posh
Don’t know why
Don’t know much
Hey, I be trying to awake my demons
I’m trying to awake my demons
Hey, give me some morphine
Give me some morphine
Give me some morphine
Give me some more fiends
I’m trying to awake
I’m trying to awake my demons