Just Won’t Pop Grindset (Ft. Proof)

[Intro: Proof]
The best thing that ever happened to me was to be a man and take my son Nasaan to his first damn school
It made me feel like I was (*Mumbling*)
I could be as hard as I wanted to be but I was trying not to cry
Got in the car and broke out crying
That's one of the best things, I feel like I broke a cycle in my life
Whereas black men in the community don't be there to take care of their kids

[Chorus x2: Fatt Father & Proof]
You fucking with them boys that just don't stop
Y'all got guns on your waistline but still won't pop
My niggas don't waste time, we run on your block
This ain't the run of the mil, bitch we top notch

[Verse 1: Fatt Father]
As rеal as it gets, my skill is legit
I pillage with spit and lеave entire villages sick
My pen is a gift from God with no limits to hit
I'm winning against the odds, I could dribble a brick
No [?] soul fold, chitterling shit
I'm old school, Mr. Dress Up, finna get licked
Pendulum fist, adrenaline riff, diminish them quick
Racket'll get you served like it's Wimbledon sent
I'm back in the bag, sizzling, conditioning of mind
To build a legacy and leave something decent behind
You pop off, we pop off, ain't nowhere to hide
Your bars are like cars, nobody will care to drive
A rust bucket that said "Untouched since '95"
You bust nothing but be online, hoping to shine
I'm come fronting and checking you niggas more design
It's I, the former father: Fatts, you out of time