Pop II (feat. Hotyce, PayBac Iboro, Payper Corleone, PsychoYP, Vader the Wildcard & Zilla Oaks)

Hey God Hey God Na only, na only you I'd still be better in another life Niggas big mad but they not as nice Cut through beef, you're a butter knife, sorta nice I'm nice like 08 Gongo Aso with the squad Squady for the bottle right If I get the cake, split it off Give my brother a slice Your brothers starve, you did otherwise I don't ask permission or apologise Oya wey you, oya cut cheque Funds, funds, funds, funds You're gonna watch be pop, give you life in the process You're my sons, sons, sons, sons Niggas diss me, you ain't getting no responses Well maybe once, once, once, once Ain't my fault I'm better than y'all niggas Please get off my balls, balls, balls, balls Niggas yarning dust, dust, dust Bros just stop Yarn too much dey make man fuck up Been the greatest rapper even on the come up But since that nomination man my price went up, up Say you touch us That's where you lost us Phone is off, off Heard you didn't get a mention And they pay me attention cos I paid the cost, cost Pay up I did this shit straight from the lay up From the Andale! Had to be straight up Told the label they cannot delay us And I ball I Ball like the Lakers Rolling veggie I'm rolling up acres Yeah rolling green man I smoke like Jamaicans Yeah back to back man we doing up races Yeah man you niggas know nothing about that There's a lot on the table I push work like four five days in a week And I'm still strapped with a cable man Fuck it man I'm still strapped with a knife And I'm still riding with a dyke Haven't popped off but Balencies all white Hunnids in the bank and I'm feeling alright (Alright, alright) Came in as a novice Now I got no stress Man's getting hard not to notice Back then I had no rest Since nineteen, this kid's been sicker than COVID They say boss boss no vex No be just small verse Omo man this one explosive Blew my mind with a bit of my progress I got everything locked and loaded Vibes and energy nigga the process Gunshot, Zilly Z on Pop reloaded Fuck my enemies that's what I told them Young East Lord came back to smoke them I'm from a city where the kings is golden Started from this ABJ yeah we told them Most of these niggas I started with jonzing But me and my camp we go definitely show them No vex say I dey on doings bros You know say e dey cost to be the boss I paid my dues and cut my feelings off I put in work, they only doing chores I'm serving Ls they say a nigga blunt It's only facts I'd hate to be the judge But you ain't been buzzing I hate to tick you off You were popping then e no mean say you hot Everything for industry na content See as we dey give them with the concept Never been on Complex but I'm too complex Oga boss wey you eh come check They keep saying that this nigga up next Put the whole set on the map, the circumference Thicker than bloodshed, five star wanted Should I keep preaching or should I say much less Wey you, oya cut cheque Funds, funds, funds, funds I get upset when you say I'm up next Imma tell y'all just once Tryina get on top, bunk beds So I stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Me I just wan flex till I'm hundred I want funds, funds, funds, funds These niggas live off commentary So pay them no mind and they die If I type SMH I'm lying, my crown is heavy That's real talk plus a little pride Soul is permanent, clout is temporary And chasing numbers is a high I just direct and star in my shit, Tyler Perry No shame, Imma be remembered for life This longevity starter pack Hanging with OGs done taught me lessons How to call plays like a quarterback Knew I would fuck up the game so I sought permission All I see is glorified copycats How can you prosper You're too busy forming weapons Won't be too long till they fall back I mean who wouldn't This right here is Armageddon Today feels like a good day to tweet something complex And watch people take it out of context You drag me I drag you, let's get upset Since we're all mad and we're all jobless I know say I talk say me I must pop but Not if it's short for popularity contest Can't cut corners or chase clout to cut cheques That's what I'm saying in a nutshell bro (Vader The Wildcard) Widcard Alpha how far now? When your money can barely scratch the surface Please tell me what is the consequence Obviously you can't afford the Benz The ladies tell you let's just be friends Your homies tell you it all depends You notice a dip in confidence Exactly why I'm hustling Omo for this rap they gats build me a monument You know your life is sweet When Oluwa dey use him hand sprinkle the condiment Please keep me out of your thoughts Rather put me in your plans Nigga don't give me a cut I'd rather have my advance Underdog, success is my undertone It's either me or my other clone Either I'm king or there's another throne Yeah na Zuma Rock be my cornerstone Yeah It's your man Corleone Eh yo Ojini what's popping Don Look I show out more without coming for practice Look Break records on the verse Yeah the song got a fracture The smarter you move The greener the pastures Stunting on the run Mind's photogenic so broads trying to capture Take me on Maui yeah I'm a boss I should get served Seun Kuti of the trap cos I came with a big bird Express myself without using the big words She finds my gangsta attractive Told her big sis, you ain't never gonna pick nerds Steal all corners But we going corporate the very day that the street fails I be senior man Make them run am for me You no go ask for my details Head of the family I propose a coin toss right now and I pick tails And you know you're really that guy When your side chicks put the money up when you need bail It's Red Hot After I kill shit I don't even feel shit I'm numb numb numb numb End up on my hit list you don't wanna risk That's dumb dumb dumb dumb Showing my ass then I tell em all kiss it Don't forget the tongue, tongue, tongue, tongue I was on the road boy breaking that biscuit Talking that funds, funds, funds, funds We popping our shit getting popular Paparazzi spot us coming from afar I'm guessing they got on binoculars I need my pockets on muscular Straight upper cut when I aim for the jugular They wishing I fail They see me and put up a twist in the tale like they Oliver You ain't a leader I don't believe ya cos you got followers I am not cool with your crooked arrangements Cos I profit off all of my statements For your bookings and making your payments Get the number and talk to my agents Bout to make me a move that could make em all double my price Again If you don't make It at first It's better you get up and try again Ayy I don't know how to behave when I'm pursuing this shit Manoeuvre the cliff Be sure that I'm touching the paper like some Masseuse in this ish Soon as I flew in this bitch I had em hating cos they not included in this That's how we grooving and shit All you could get was a shot Still you was shooting to miss I got the plan to see me pull up in a Lamb Off the shit that I do with my pen Making a jam Opening feelings and letting my listeners in Yeah