Pops is in the building like a crab that's in its shell home
Hitter with this spitting verse , Gonna sell like a cellphone
Well known , at my home
Time to hit it big time , Spit shine off my flows. Polishing my Nikes
I can feel the tension that cemented to my mind blow
Crazy with the poking that's just hopeless when you rhyme slow
Try to see the fight in me that's lighting up my rhinestone
Not bad with it, the a** kicking's. Laughing it like a side joke
Jackson on the Mic , the more thriller leads to k**ings
I'm fire at the top , I let it burn like Meek the Mill and
I started from the bottom now I'm trying to reach the ceiling
Haters see me half empty yet they try to seem fulfilling
Like are you kidding me , this is the epidadmy
Like a flea on dogs y'all never gonna get rid of me
Try to be a hog , you wiener what are you kidding me
Get rid of me , ha try to see the air vividly
Not likely, I like my girls how I like my chicken nuggets. Hot and spicy
You other s**ers are just not like me . just stop trying
Riding with my dawg call him rot Riley