The Beginning - Papoose

I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand

Morning wood God damn

Then I brush my teeth

I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot

Put on a fresh new fit

Now I’m fly walking with a bop

Grab the wop

Place it on my hip, never slip

I heard you talking shit

But when you answer have the same energy

Don’t answer if the call unknown

Never Android I be on the iPhone

I’m still the king of the underground

Don’t fuck around

Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown

Lotta styles

Before release date I get the sneakers

Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra

None of ya’ll lames can fuck with Pap

Call 'em savages and tell 'em that God’s back

I used to ride the train with a token

Now I’m in the droptop

You niggas see me how I’m rolling

This is where New York city begins

Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs

Pot holes but we still ride rims

Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends

Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens

Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym

Out of towners tell 'em come on in

Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance

Operation get hot again, my favorite mission

The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen

Cause their entire discography just ain’t convincing

You mumble rappers ain’t payed your dues, pay admission

If you ain’t got it just pay half, I pay the difference

Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked

Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett

Sneaking niggas think just because they creeps

They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think

I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep

For coming at me sideways on a oneway street

Niggas think that cause they be working out that they could bitch cats

You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack

And I heard he be telling

Man I ain’t with that

He work out and he snitch

Guess that make him a gym rat

This is where New York city begins

Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs

Pot holes but we still ride rims

Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends

Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens

Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym

Out of towners tell 'em come on in

Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim