Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Parker
Songwriter
Jalen Parker
Songwriter
Lyrics
Papa said I gotta sit at the table and make sure I finish the plate
I ain't gon fill up my cup till I finish my food so I'd better not waste any drink
Papa said when I'm preparing the beef
I should marinate
Put hella sauce on the steak
Took all the lessons and put em to music
And now when I'm eating
The flavor is great
**** tell me I'm a freak
I'm a mixed kid misfit
Causing trouble wherever I'm at
I'm a teacher
And the fans go aye
Like I grade wit the Beats
I ain't salty
I'm seasoned
What I can do
I put the orange to ya temple
And it spit seeds when I squeeze it
Not a boy but I'm beasting
They Raven over the way that I beat up enemies
We so cleverly crafted
Heat up heavily
Hitting the head of the matchstick
I don't like battling
I never settle for last if
**** want me to rap
I tell em gimme a stack
My flows are gold
And I Got the right angle like sohcahtoa
**** told me I was nice wit the words
I know
I was balling as a youngin like Post Malone
And It started when my pop said
Papa said I gotta sit at the table and eat
Papa said I gotta work that's cost of a dream
Papa said I gotta make sure I get enough sleep
If I don't
When I wake up I won't wanna work and I ain't gonna sit down and eat
Papa said I gotta sit at the table and eat
Papa said I gotta work that's cost of a dream
Papa said I gotta make sure I get enough sleep
If I don't
When I wake up I won't wanna work and I ain't gonna sit down and eat
I don't need a spot hold the world on my shoulder
Imma be just like pops when I'm older
If he talkin tough pull this shit out the holster
Shots rang hot now ya body gettin colder
Doin it just like he taught me
Run up that chicken can't never get cocky
Don't take no bullshit from nobody
So I stay wit the choppers I call em karate
He told me you wanna be great
Never let a fuck **** eat off ya plate
His mama got tears and a heart full a hate
But if she cryin now just imagine when I beat out the case
Fist like Fenty I beat out the face
Speakin in tongues I beat out the taste
Papa never missed when he told me take a risk
I'll take a **** bitch let her beat out my babies
He hit me wit a switch so I had to put one on this pistol
Now I don't gotta aim I won't miss you
They suckin dick wit the same lips they usin to diss you
Choke on they words cause that's what they been through
You ain't official you tough on the gram
Huffin and and puffin you know you a lamb
Poppa made me and jayhavoc the same
You know you ain't gang it's all in the fam
Papa said I gotta sit at the table and eat
Papa said I gotta work that's cost of a dream
Papa said I gotta make sure I get enough sleep
If I don't
When I wake up I won't wanna work and I ain't gonna sit down and eat
Papa said I gotta sit at the table and eat
Papa said I gotta work that's cost of a dream
Papa said I gotta make sure I get enough sleep
If I don't
When I wake up I won't wanna work and I ain't gonna sit down and eat
Papa told me I was destined to take what I wanted
If I just keep to my roots
There ain't shit that'll stop me
But always be ready for problems
I made a name for myself and I'm building an army
I think imma call em Chaotics
Who woulda thought that a kid that was awkward as hell would grow up to be evil incarnate
Regardless I'm Havoc
I'm not the **** you can fuck wit
But I'm the **** dressing bummy
I'm the **** spitting facts
I Swear on my mama that J Cole or Kendrick would love me
I ain't gon settle for nasty
If I spit a verse Imma make sure that shit is disgusting
Everything I ever got bitch I earned
Fuck any talk about lucky ****
Written by: Jalen Parker, Shawn Parker