[ l.v. ]
papa was a rolling stone
wherever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died all he left us was alone
[ prode'je ]
pops was a roller, on the streets
he'd beat the young busters he used to meet
i mean scandalous, all i heard was in the contrary
yo, that's why the prod is no fairy
papa was a hustler, so i wanted to sling
to live up to the name i claim
mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
but i was grown, i didn't have sense
all i knew i was poor, black, broke and hungry
and the streets, they were callin me
so i stepped, ready and willing to be a g
to make it easy for my family and me
as for pops, i never got to see the man
but i heard he took matters in his own hand
in the streets he was up on it, well renowned
and if you put him down, yo, then go down
hard, i won't take charts, i serve charts
pimpin hoes and breakin hearts
on the for realer my nigga, yo, plain and simple
the man's back, but now he's uptempo
[ l.v. ]
i never had a chance to see him
never heard nothin but bad things about him
brother, i'm depending on you
to tell me the truth
[ havikk ]
pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me
well respected by all, that's what i wanna be
hardcore, in the streets i'd be a macker
quick to smack a, yo, or even jack a
soft-hearted brother, pops was a roller
gamin a dub and now here comes his son
street-smart, on the dice he was a straight g
on the dice my pops would get busy
yeah, my pops was a true pimp
he kept a nine and a gangsta limp
whoever owed him money got beat cause he ran the streets

like a g and brought people mysery
i heard pops used to hang out
on the corner gettin drunk and beatin niggas' brains out
i got a name to uphold, so i hit the streets
broke as hell to take what belongs to me
i saw money, moms said: 'yo, havikk, please
leave the streets', then i thought of clockin gees
jack of all trades, like pops i ran the street scene
it's my turn to roll and live life a king
[ l.v. ]
i heard papa called himself a jack of all trades
tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave
folks said papa would beg, borrow or steal
to pay his bills
Papa was a rolling stone
wherever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died all he left us was alone
[ uncredited guest rapper ]
cold fakin, never ever on the home front
beatin moms, yo, pop was a punk
smokin lleyo and drinkin 8ball
thinkin small and tryin to be tall
i was a kid but still i can say this
pop was tryin to game in a quiz
in the streets he got beat down
wearin a frown he came home, playin moms like a weak sound
?????? more fools that you're askin
told the truth, g's you'd be faded
so you better chill, punk, or get smacked
huh, smack me and i smack you back
[ l.v. ]
my brother
folks said papa was never much on thinkin
spendin most of his time chasin women and drinkin
brother, i'm depending on you
to tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling stone
wherever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died all he left us was alone