REASON – Pop Shit lyrics

REASON – Pop Shit lyrics

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—

Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop s—
I ain’t need help, I got the keys, locksmith
F— who the best, I clean up mess, mop s—
Get s— off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets
James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
I can bag ‘least ten of your finest, I came farther
Than a lot haters said that I could, became your father
That’s just ‘Pac s—, now I pop s—, REAS’ in cockpits
Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let’s be honest
I was ballin’ way before the bucks, feel like Giannis
Antetokounmpo, these n—– is too slow, done found me a loophole
Competition, I been takin’ care of n—–, it’s a group home
Stacks, been gettin’ plenty, spittin’ crack in inner cities
Rap game, had to stick my foot in like eeny, meeny
Miny, moe to you n—–, feel like the GOAT to you n—–
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you n—–, wait

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Wait, wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s— (Uh, yo)

Dance on my heels, mind business still
Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear, ride for my tears, wait
Die for my block, rise in that pot
Lead to my opps, dead in that box, stones in my bop (Woo)
God in my rack, shells on that a– and I know it (Yeah)
How dare n—– speak my name and they ain’t glowin’? (What?)
Jumpin’ out that big boy thing, the gun smokin’ (Uh)
Was back seatin’ when loccin’ was no gimme (Ayy)
Now benji, ayy, it’s Blueface, baby, and I’m greedy (Blueface baby)
Keep eatin’, uh, chef boy groovy while y’all sleepin’
Yo, we feastin’, ayy, nine years in it, it’s still pink, and yo
Let’s go for ten, uh, belt’s snuggy, he got them M’s, huh? (Yeah)
Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin’
The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop s—

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