T.R@bb - Norf of July lyrics

[Intro]x4 Let's get it popping [Verse 1: T.R@bb] It's that n***a with the half-moon caesar Lungs hold ether Ball player stroll, dope dealer features Flood the ave with coal, fifty on my beeper Y'all souls [?], now dance with the Reaper I'm on the block live with the spirit of a God body Performing the miracles that got God bodied Like the waves of my sweater, the hood is behind me All my bars lined up, Undefeated should sign me That five strike And his shine could go lightning Lines Riker's, pedal dope like ten bikers Incite riots, high time and we Northsidin' You bar bitin', you light writin', and wave ridin' [Bridge] Fall back, 'fore I get it popping Fall back, 'fore I get it popping Fall back, 'fore I get it popping Fall back, 'fore I get it popping I get it popping like the Fourth in Harlem I get it popping like the Fourth in Harlem [Verse 2: G.Reed] Watching for the pigs while I'm eating chuleta My toes independent, yes I'm rocking chancletas Me no speak it, but I show you how the fire work Got the God [?], for your Roman Candle fire work Let shots go like, rahh rahh rahh While we celebrate like, la la la Poppa I turn Lennox into Shottas Make yo block hotter than the bottom of Nevada PR day parades are much to us I throw bows in that b**h get a month of us My bread for lunch, you the crust to us So I will let it burn like Usher does Wow, I gets wild with my style My flows around the kingdom like I'm built around the Nile Work crack rock like I'm laying down the towel Then I shake my shoulders, real Harlem style [Verse 3: T.R@bb] Look at these slouch n***as Thinking sh** is sweet all on the couch rolling sour They might as well be sleep I'm outside with that louder Clip in my hand to give an L to these cowards That just don't understand I lost my mind when a n***a disrespected Now I'm blacking out [?] peep the method Bout to kick that door, waving them things in a second He gone need a suit, a doctor, and the reverend n***a I get it popping [Beat Change] [Verse 4: T.R@bb] Everything I say cook, like work in the pot You know my art be over head like Michelangelo painting And me and yo broad so in tune, she could finish my sentences In the booth with the crew, freestyling, playing, and laying sh** Rabb went Hollywood, how? Oh all them trips to LA and sh** I'm just trying to maintain, bang [Hook 2]x4 As I swang in the turning lane Watch me swang in the turning lane