Текст песни Pop II - Hotyce , Payper Corleone , PsychoYP , Zilla Oaks , Vader the Wildcard , Alpha Ojini , PayBac Iboro

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