Pop Off

I need a breather Something take my mind off the end of it Call up a preacher Pray to god He aint finished with My ass Teachers used to hate the class clown Now I'm running 'round town With a frown on my face Used to smile to be faking it Aint nobody knew Ya boy was barely even making it A 4 year graduate Reduced to a drive thru Would you like some fries with it Bitch boy 6 Years laters I still be bored Taking shit from customers Like hemroids Lucky I'm employed But I be at will Any moment they can Destroy My sanity by letting me go So every year Animosity is steady at growth I might pop off And let the Boro boy Swing and knock out Frustration on a ten Even zen me wont calm down I'm hot now Tryna Woosah To the other cheek God know he testing me Cuz firework fuse I might pop off And let the Boro boy Swing and knock out Frustration on a ten Even zen me wont calm down I'm hot now Tryna Woosah To the other cheek God know he testing me Cuz firework fuse I need a second Mm Pause break Moment of silence For violence 'bout to commit But the glove doesn't fit This really not me I used to smile for no reason Always laughing and cheesing 'Till I started the rat race Motivation for beefing More like jealousy creeping And leaking negative energy Sneaking deep into thoughts Comparing really be enemy Don't know what has got in to me Tendency to be stand off So quick with the back talk My childhood don't claim me This feeling is crazy I'm lashing out cuz I aint me But this anger just aint me So now I'm smiling while angry But if this customer comes up to me And breathes in the wrong way Frankly I'll pop off And let the Boro boy Swing and knock out Frustration on a ten Even zen me wont calm down I'm hot now Tryna Woosah To the other cheek God know he testing me Cuz firework fuse I might pop off And let the Boro boy Swing and knock out Frustration on a ten Even zen me wont calm down I'm hot now Tryna Woosah To the other cheek God know he testing me Cuz firework fuse I might I might I might