Topic (Pop Shit) Lyrics

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 fuck 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

Fuck 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)

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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

Fuck 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