Poppa Still the Standard

Intro

Uhh

Yeah

Uhh

Check it

Verse 1

Uh

Just touched down in this new millennium

Came back from the other side just to spit again

Still black and ugly as ever when I step in

Maybach electric hummin while I'm levelling

Son, y'all been runnin on the same old fuel

I was countin cream while you was playin school

Lucre stacked in ledgers now my moves digital

Blockchain vaults but the flow stay traditional

Poppa still the Mack when the beat start knockin

Calico concealed but I rarely cock it

Words my artillery modern day Al Capone

Every bar a mansion every rhyme a throne

Pre-Chorus

I'm mad real with the slick talk

Mad rich with the back walk

Lucre multiply while these rookies chalk

Old soul new body still the same block

Chorus

Fuck all y'all who said the legacy dead

I'm the blueprint that they copy in they head

Baaaa-by

Drop the luxury loud speak it slow and smooth

Poppa still the standard what these youngsters gon' prove

Check it

Verse 2

Uh

Brioni on my frame Loro Piana on my sleeve

Comfortable in luxury but I still believe

In the hustle that made me the Infiniti

Now it's custom Maybach doors swing like a symphony

Jigga pass the torch but we both hold the flame

Two kings on one song ain't nobody left to blame

Brooklyn to the marrow Manhattan to the core

Raised in Bed-Stuy payin homage to the lore

Nigga said I was gone then I reappeared

Death couldn't dent it the legacy seared

Cozy in this era watch me interweave

Past and future timelines make the whole world believe

Pre-Chorus

We got that chemistry that calm menace

Two titans on wax no need to finish

Say the bars you doubt me come and witness

Old soul new body still the same digits

Chorus

Fuck all y'all who said the legacy dead

I'm the blueprint that they copy in they head

Baaaa-by

Drop the luxury loud speak it slow and smooth

Poppa still the standard what these youngsters gon' prove

Check it

Bridge

Uh

Two voices one frequency

East coast royalty DNA

Junior and senior in a symphony

None out-rap the other just pure chemistry

Uhh

Chorus

Fuck all y'all who said the legacy dead

I'm the blueprint that they copy in they head

Baaaa-by

Drop the luxury loud speak it slow and smooth

Poppa still the standard what these youngsters gon' prove

Check it

Verse 3

Uh

Son I heard the whispers that my time had flew

But I'm the arkuhtect of what you tryna construe

Every flow you mimick every cadence you bite

I been the template since the days of black and white

Slick with the schemes smooth with the switch

Lucre in the ledger ain't ever gon' ditch

Droptop to the moon while y'all still in the lot

Old god resurrection watch the whole world plot

Poppa out the grave with a brand new lease

Cream for the culture peace for the streets

Every verse a sermon every bar a feast

The ghost of Bed-Stuy turned the beast to the beast

Outro

Uhh

Check it

Fuck all y'all

Baaaa-by