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Papi's Home

 

Papi's Home

(album: Certified Lover Boy - 2021)


I know that I hurt you
Yeah
I was a child trying to be a man
To all my sons worldwide
I walked out on my only son
All my juniors
I left you in your mother's hands
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without an annual drop
And now I'm standing right here
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
Don't worry
See your mother raised a fine young man
Daddy's home
And I know I missed so much of your life
Turn me up (Mario)

Yeah
Niggas know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot looking like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all niggas not popping
Fuck her, then she going shopping
Woah, I'm running out of opps
They're running out of options
Put 'em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
I'm in the bank thinking, "Poor you"
I'm in New York going Jon Chetrit
Supermodels and they all sexy
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doing something that is not Pepsi
I'm just pouring up the shots
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you I get you, truth is that I get around
Mentioned having us a kid, '42 hit, I tend to kid around
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
Shorties out here getting knocked down
City coming off a lockdown
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now

You know how I'm rocking now
YM forever
Big owl, big birds forever
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
'Cause if he gotta get your motherfucking mama to talk to you
You know what I'm saying, I'ma bring that motherfucking big switch out
At this point, I'ma start collecting child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to be my motherfucking son, ha-ha-ha-ha

Look at me
Take a real good look at me
Don't turn away
Don't you turn away like I did my son
Look me in the eyes, junior
I'm making no more promises
For real
I'm trying to find the word to say
Daddy's home
Daddy's home (Don't you know)
Daddy's home (Said, your daddy's back home)
Yeah
Daddy's home (For every birthday that I missed)
Wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends (Start right here, right now)
If you wanna be my dad again (Said, my only son)
We've got to start all over, be friends (Can you look at me?)

(Yeah, baby) Well, get faster, lift up (Yeah, baby, that's it)
Uh, just has to raise up in whole self (Angelo)
(Showtime) Something's happened to me, bro (Here you go)
Ha-ha-ha

done

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