2 Cups Young Pappy

[Intro]
R.I.P. to my big brother Two
2 Cups, huh

[Verse 1]
We the realest niggas 'round here
Reportin' live from the Pole, where it's cold
If he ain’t from the Pole where it's cold, don’t come down here (Folk)
Just come 'round here, get found here
Another body turn his mommy's smile to a frown here
Huh, I’m gettin' tired of this lifestyle
That 30 with me, ain't nobody tryna fight now (Nah)
Applyin' pressure, not a nigga up in sight now (Fuck)
Up the pipe on him, make a goofy nigga pipe down
That ice on me, bling blow, they be like: "Wow!"
It's time to turn up, nigga, no mo' Mr. Nice Guy (Let's get it)
I don’t pop molly really, but today, I might try
They took my big brother Mensa, I’m thinkin' like: "Why?"
Was it the money? Was it the cars?
Was it the way he was stuntin'? Was he flexin' too hard?
Was it the way he was finessin'? Tryna stack or starve
‘Cause every time he see a nigga, wanna hear some bars
Like: "Pap, you go harder than piranha"
Yo' father, yo' momma, yo' mom momma, never knew my pop
Father was one of the only niggas condonin' in my drama
So if you gon' smoke for me, I want you to pour for me up two