Poppa Pugh - LIMITS
Yeah, It's Poppa on the mic againYeah, Look
Tell Rilla to run up a track
I'm goin' hard in the booth 'till I'm winning
Don't try to hit up my cell for the work
Man I do this for real got no time for beginners
And I put the team on my back
Nothin' for me 'till we all eatin' dinner
Shoutout the people who stuck by my side
They gon' be surprised I'm pushin' my limits
Poppa the king and I'm up on the rise
You look at my eyes they suddenly timid
Bitches who thought I was shy, but they realized
They got a whole line for Kenny
I said I been all on the grind these rappers been lyin'
But I'm really not pretendin'
You never was on my side now you tryna ride
I promise I'm not offended
Got off the phone with my moms
I told her it's time, she finally quittin' her job
Move with a criminal mind just me and my rhymes
And all of my styles invented
They talk on my name with the lies
They hate I'm alive I'm startin' to figure out why
Young and I'm droppin' them dimes
Not up in my prime and they really not contendin'
Said I put my heart every line or sentence
There ain't no more tellin' when I'm a finish
Sometimes I look up in the sky, just prayin' to God
He listen when I'm repentin'
I had a couple of labels approach me
But I had to tell em that I'm independent
I told em that I'm a be fine, I'm one of a kind
And this is what God intended
Please do not come up to me asking questions
Like you give a fuck about how I been livin'
Don't try to give me a talk about music cuz
No one influencing my decisions
If I keep goin' nobody can stop me
I feel like I'm gettin' in line with physics
Said I used to run this shit up in the basement
I started this shit with no pot to piss in
They told me stay humble but confident
I'm stayin' patient workin' hard in my home
Writin' rhymes till like 3 in the morning
I'm waking up and clockin' in crack of dawn
Other rappers start to think I'm annoyin'
I'm comin' different every one of my songs
These other rappers I be thinking are boring
So you could see we never gettin' along
Took a decade just to get to this level but
Now you see we finally gettin' it goin'
Last year I came up with a team but
The first nine I was running alone
Let the verse fly on a old microphone
A perfect combo like a drum and a bone
Had to struggle off a couple endeavors
But now we feel we headed straight to throne
I don't give a fuck if they think I'm the greatest
I never listen to the shit they been tellin' me
Competition gettin' weak in the knees cuz
I'm rippin' verses and I'm hittin' some melodies
Momma told me never fuck with a fiend
Cuz they talk on ya name and they wreak of the jealousy
Opposition wanna run up on me well
They better believe I'm committing a felony
I was fightin' with the beast of the belly
But now I'm writin' with this beat at the telly
I heard another rapper wanted beef
Well no pun intended we could meet at the deli
We smokin' L's on the ride like we don't give a fuck
If them boys pullin' up and they smell it
Fuck all the people who talkin' they shit and they
Saying It's luck when I'm full of the talent
I used to be scared to pull up to the bank
Cuz I was aware of the negative balance
Now I'm excited and full of the light when
Somebody invite me to take on a challenge
Bet a thousand I'm a play you a song and
Before the hook you gon' tell me I'm valid
Bet a millie I'm a be at the stu in a couple years
Makin' hits for Khaled, I'm gone
Tell Rilla to run up a track
I'm goin' hard in the booth 'till I'm winning
Don't try to hit up my cell for the work
Man I do this for real got no time for beginners
And I put the team on my back
Nothin' for me 'till we all eatin' dinner
Shoutout the people who stuck by my side
They gon' be surprised I'm pushin' my limits
Tell Rilla to run up a track
I'm goin' hard in the booth 'till I'm winning
Don't try to hit up my cell for the work
Man I do this for real got no time for beginners
And I put the team on my back
Nothin' for me 'till we all eatin' dinner
Shoutout the people who stuck by my side
They gon' be surprised I'm pushin' my limits
You already know who the fuck it is
It's Poppa on the mother fuckin' mic again
We had to let em know
This year we been comin' different
Next year we gon' see em at the top
Written by:
Kenneth Pugh
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