Lyrics

[INTRO]
Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell
'Bout a basketball baby, doing well
His name was Popo, a name that's known
But his life wasn't always a ballin' zone

[Verse 1]
He was chunky, they called him that
The opposite of Spalding, no athletic fact
The thugs would ask, "Hey Popo, what's haulin'?"
He'd try to ball, but they'd say "stop stallin'"
Get off the court, you ain't got the skill
Popo went home, started bawlin', on his hill

[CHORUS]
Popo, Popo, trying to find his way
From the bottom to the top, every single day
He's got a dream, to ball and be free
But the haters bring him down, can't you see?

[Verse 2]
Punched in the pepperoni, treated like a phony
Kicked on, spat on, lost all his pride, oh so lonely
Most days he thought of ending it all
But then he thought of ballin', standing tall
Sittin' in the rain, hopes down the drain
Drip, drippin' away, like the tears in vain

[CHORUS]
Popo, Popo, trying to find his way
From the bottom to the top, every single day
He's got a dream, to ball and be free
But the haters bring him down, can't you see?

[BRIDGE]
Then God Almighty floated by
Popo thought, "Did I already die?"
But God said "young Lebron, it's time to shine"
Get your handles on, put on the tank top, blacktop line

[HOOK]
I see a vision of glory
A Cinderella story
But Popo ain't no fairy tale
He's got a darker side, he likes it gory

[Verse 3]
God accepted his minor sin of profanity
Popo trying to avoid insanity
Lookin' for Linsanity, but he wants it real
Permanent like sideways, no way to conceal
He grinned, "Fuck Cinderella, I dig Elsa"
He likes it gory, no fantasy

[CHORUS]
Popo, Popo, trying to find his way
From the bottom to the top, every single day
He's got