Topic (Pop Shit)

Right Look Poetical Flows they sayin I'm what the game is missing Leave competition in disarray when my name is mentioned Fame, uh, well, my lane is different I need change The type of change to get my family out them jurisdictions Of the piglets clicking their guns at people with darker pigments And they wonder why my niggas ignorant I'm trying to ignite the change every time I step in the vocal booth I'm Jimmy "Buckets" bringing heat to your local booth Came from them blocks where druggies would have a smoke or two And we confuse gang members for handyman cause they tote a tool (Ay, ay, my nigga where you from my nigga f*ck all that) Shit, I hoop and all I know is school (Alright cuh) But when you from them blocks that I'm from Then you should know the rules Stay in the house if you ain't active like them Covid rules But I was outside 'cause the real niggas would know he cool I feel like one of the best to ever do it So I called this pop shit, to pop shit in my music, nigga Uh What we need, what we want Money, weed, bad women around me when I stunt Uh Sucker-free from you chumps F*ck with me then you really seeing green in them lumps Huh? You can be anything but you're not this The one and only like the top pick So you know I gotta pop shit Bitch, you know I gotta pop shit Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit (Let me pop my shit though) Uh So many verses I practice with hopes to get it right It seems that inspiration comes with ease when I'm just living life Stuck to the mission Kept my vision sitting in my sights Knew I was the man when I was slamming on my Fisher-Price Niggas like, "That nigga balling" I'm Baron Davis in Oracle dunking on Kirilenko with Spaulding Got my whip top missing niggas thinking it's balding Something like a politician when I speak they applaud me Niggas is sorry And I ain't into no apology My policy is piling G's Splitting up the pie with these Ones known as my grinding team The last of a dying breed Pride and greed come before the fall without the dying leaves Chilling with my niggas we just frying trees Bad bitches here, if you not step to the side or leave (You gotta go) Fought a couple niggas, had to bob and weave Hit it once, hit a blunt Sorry, baby gotta leave (I gotta go) Me and the highest quality is what I gotta be And if not, then it's not truly where I wanna be (Not at all) Nigga, I got my whole life in front of me Friends and my family But still I got my wants and needs, nigga What we need, what we want Money, weed, bad women around me when I stunt Uh Sucker-free from you chumps F*ck with me then you really seeing green in them lumps Huh? You can be anything but you're not this The one and only like the top pick So you know I gotta pop shit Bitch, you know I gotta pop shit, nigga