Текст пісні
Right
Look
Poetical Flows they sayin I'm what the game is missing
Leave competition in disarray when my name is mentioned
Fame, uh, well, my lane is different
I need change
The type of change to get my family out them jurisdictions
Of the piglets clicking their guns at people with darker pigments
And they wonder why my niggas ignorant
I'm trying to ignite the change every time I step in the vocal booth
I'm Jimmy "Buckets" bringing heat to your local booth
Came from them blocks where druggies would have a smoke or two
And we confuse gang members for handyman cause they tote a tool
(Ay, ay, my nigga where you from my nigga fuck all that)
Shit, I hoop and all I know is school (Alright cuh)
But when you from them blocks that I'm from
Then you should know the rules
Stay in the house if you ain't active like them Covid rules
But I was outside 'cause the real niggas would know he cool
I feel like one of the best to ever do it
So I called this pop shit, to pop shit in my music, nigga
Uh
What we need, what we want
Money, weed, bad women around me when I stunt
Uh
Sucker-free from you chumps
Fuck with me then you really seeing green in them lumps
Huh?
You can be anything but you're not this
The one and only like the top pick
So you know I gotta pop shit
Bitch, you know I gotta pop shit
Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit
Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit
Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit
Pop your shit Kazie Man, pop your shit (Let me pop my shit though)
Uh
So many verses I practice with hopes to get it right
It seems that inspiration comes with ease when I'm just living life
Stuck to the mission
Kept my vision sitting in my sights
Knew I was the man when I was slamming on my Fisher-Price
Niggas like, "That nigga balling"
I'm Baron Davis in Oracle dunking on Kirilenko with Spaulding
Got my whip top missing niggas thinking it's balding
Something like a politician when I speak they applaud me
Niggas is sorry
And I ain't into no apology
My policy is piling G's
Splitting up the pie with these
Ones known as my grinding team
The last of a dying breed
Pride and greed come before the fall without the dying leaves
Chilling with my niggas we just frying trees
Bad bitches here, if you not step to the side or leave (You gotta go)
Fought a couple niggas, had to bob and weave
Hit it once, hit a blunt
Sorry, baby gotta leave (I gotta go)
Me and the highest quality is what I gotta be
And if not, then it's not truly where I wanna be (Not at all)
Nigga, I got my whole life in front of me
Friends and my family
But still I got my wants and needs, nigga
What we need, what we want
Money, weed, bad women around me when I stunt
Uh
Sucker-free from you chumps
Fuck with me then you really seeing green in them lumps
Huh?
You can be anything but you're not this
The one and only like the top pick
So you know I gotta pop shit
Bitch, you know I gotta pop shit, nigga