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On Pops

Hip-Hop/Rap

On Pops was released on March 28, 2025 by DuperSonik as a part of the album Stop All That Crying - EP

Song Details

AlbumStop All That Crying - EP

Release DateMarch 28, 2025

LabelDuperSonik

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Joey Origami

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jomund Davis

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jomund Davis

Producer

Lyrics

I walk down Troost with my chest out

I’m the best out

But I still sit here in debt, how?

Kick these flows that I took so much time to perfect now

Pick the flaws that I took my whole life to suppress out

Need to detox from deep thoughts

I can’t do it

Thin as sheet rock

Me Feng Shui complains to me

I’m a D-God to you God

Your tang woo’s me

Sent to remind who’s thee god

They can’t fool me

I’ma—

Real ****, I can’t die

What I want and what I need happens to be the same prize

I study hard and play hard

I can’t lie

My third eye and third leg the same size

Real deities can’t die

What you want and what you need happens to be the same prize

How can you study and play hard the same time?

What’s due is done, my son

Thank God, I can’t lie

Thank God, so thank me

I’m a grown man I don’t seek comfort or seek ease

I seek utility to get shit done

I seek peace

I seek a skillset that bring in funds

But that’s me

On Pops, that’s just me

Not a prophet, but this profit I pocket gone seek me

Fell in love with it, you can't stop it, I'm knee deep

I don't need the game but—

On Pops, it need me

I think I’m Oppenheimer and it’s open season

I can’t leave the game because I know it needs me

Why?

I think I’m Mitch

Your daddy was a simp, he let your mama raise a bitch

My daddy was a pimp, I took over the family biz

‘Cause I’m a player

It’s my occupation I can even show you paystubs

How you taking shots then pull up looking like a lay up

I don’t really drink but if I do it’s on the rocks like it’s Raya

Like Ta’Raya

I feel like the Mayor

Where is Quinton Lucas?

How you gonna say I’m not sick when I’m spitting mucus?

And you know I got too much drive I might 10 and 2 it

I might 10 into it

Like I’m attending to it

Too attentive when I’m tending to it

Been influenced

But never under that

How did it come to that

You need a hand and shit gets Strange like Benedict Cumberbatch

That type of love is sold separately, it don’t come attached

Just hit my phone, I'm always home I'm never "coming back"

I know my city’s behind me though I'm it's running back

And it's wide receiver, corner, side, quarter back

However you wanna order that?

My future look as good as food that make you wanna you order that

Or like this baddie

Girl, send the addy

Tell me which door to dash to

And we gone treat this paper plane like a boarding pass boo

And get geeked

Though I’m a grown man

don’t seek comfort or seek ease

I seek utility to get shit done

I seek peace

I seek a skillset that bring in funds

But that’s me

On Pops, that’s just me

Not a prophet, but this profit I pocket gone seek me

Fell in love with it, you can't stop it, I'm knee deep

I don't need the game but—

On Pops, it need me

Shallow waters connecting me to the truth

So I feel like Poseidon but I reside in the blood of Zeus

'Cause though it’s shocking, **** knew

The pudding is in the proof

I'd probably bet Uncle Sam that popular culture is true

‘Cause I pops

Like **** on the corner that can’t cry

My pops gave me Jehovah’s genetics I can’t die

I’m locked in

So good I cannot sin

I see right through these sheep who be creeping with fox skin

I’m not them

I’m better and knows better

And there's no better candidate for being here forever

I'm too seasoned they throw me on rice at Mo Bettahs

I don't need a reason, you rhyming better than Jo?

Never

On Pops, and that’s me

Not a prophet, but this profit I pocket gone seek me

Fell in love with it, you can't stop it, I'm knee deep

I don't need the game but—

On Pops, it need me

On Pops, that’s just me

Not a prophet, but this profit I pocket gone seek me

Fell in love with it, you can't stop it, I'm knee deep

I don't need the game but—

On Pops, it need me

Written by: Jomund Davis

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