Po Up by Moe Waveyy Lyrics
[ Verse 1 ]
Uh, back in 2004, before we moved to the “O”
I grabbed a pen, that’s when I started to rap
I was just trying to make tracks. Mama ain’t work since ’98
Somehow, she still made me a plate
Somehow, we still found a way
Somehow, I’m still here today. All of them fights could have been bad
What if I grew up with dad? Would I be happy or sad?
What if I grew up with cash? Do you ever wonder? What your life could have been like?
What if I died in gun fight? Bullet ricocheted off a stop sign, one night?
Wow, I just be counting my blessings
Sipping this wine off […]
I don’t be taking depressants
This life be getting depressing
Cops shot black adolescence. (Damn.) Cops shot black adolescence. Tell them we get the message
I just be trying to forget. Some Niggas roll up a zip, get high and light up a spliff. I just might drink me a fifth. I just might take me a sip. Yeah, I just might take me a sip. Do you know what time it is?
[ Chorus ]
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Drink
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Don’t think
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
[ Verse 2 ]
Good life can I get a taste?
Many nights […], serving that base
Spider webs all on the vase. Roaches run cross my face
Hate to complain because them kids in Haiti ain’t got no home. A lot of them starving just skin and bones; parents gone
He totes that chrome; if, a fuck nigga try him put it straight to his dome
Niggas in my hood feel trapped
Some stay strapped
Hoping not to get clapped
Just to make it out: They say, “You got to play ball or rap”
(What) Nah, fuck that I’m just trying to adapt
Travel across the map; make sure my business intact
Let my paper stack
Tell these hoes fallback. (Yeah) Don’t want to overreact. On the real just want to relax. I just want to unwind a lot of shit on my mind. (Yeah)
[ Chorus ]
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Drink
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Don’t think. (Think.)
Uh, back in 2004, before we moved to the “O”
I grabbed a pen, that’s when I started to rap
I was just trying to make tracks. Mama ain’t work since ’98
Somehow, she still made me a plate
Somehow, we still found a way
Somehow, I’m still here today. All of them fights could have been bad
What if I grew up with dad? Would I be happy or sad?
What if I grew up with cash? Do you ever wonder? What your life could have been like?
What if I died in gun fight? Bullet ricocheted off a stop sign, one night?
Wow, I just be counting my blessings
Sipping this wine off […]
I don’t be taking depressants
This life be getting depressing
Cops shot black adolescence. (Damn.) Cops shot black adolescence. Tell them we get the message
I just be trying to forget. Some Niggas roll up a zip, get high and light up a spliff. I just might drink me a fifth. I just might take me a sip. Yeah, I just might take me a sip. Do you know what time it is?
[ Chorus ]
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Drink
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Don’t think
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
[ Verse 2 ]
Good life can I get a taste?
Many nights […], serving that base
Spider webs all on the vase. Roaches run cross my face
Hate to complain because them kids in Haiti ain’t got no home. A lot of them starving just skin and bones; parents gone
He totes that chrome; if, a fuck nigga try him put it straight to his dome
Niggas in my hood feel trapped
Some stay strapped
Hoping not to get clapped
Just to make it out: They say, “You got to play ball or rap”
(What) Nah, fuck that I’m just trying to adapt
Travel across the map; make sure my business intact
Let my paper stack
Tell these hoes fallback. (Yeah) Don’t want to overreact. On the real just want to relax. I just want to unwind a lot of shit on my mind. (Yeah)
[ Chorus ]
I don’t be drinking the lean; I be drinking Hennessey
I be sipping on the wine; a lot of shit on my mine
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Drink
Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Po’ up. Don’t think. (Think.)