POP OUT

Jerome Curry

I want y'all to know there's this little thing called uh, destiny
And you don't get it by sittin' around waiting for it
It doesn't come to you by chance
It's a matter of choice
I chose the life that I live
I keep it wit' me on the corner
You can try me if wanna
Have ya people crying mourning
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Do you
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Do you
(And I can't stop)
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But I'm back and it's straight to the money
I fuck with real niggas
Real niggas only play with the money
My niggas, we stupid, we dummy
Y'all niggas, y'all lame and y'all funny
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Do you
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Do you
(And I can't stop)
(Choice)
Remember me
Yeah it's been a minute
I caught me a sentence
I had to go sit and reflect in my mind
That vision is real when you sittin' in prison
Out in the streets and I stay on my mission
Dick riding for streaming, get mine when I'm pissing
You fuck with the chosen and you come up missing
You niggas was praying and hoping and wishing
I didn't see light, now I'm back on my business
I was that nigga in the hood, fuckin' with music
Robbing niggas, so addicted to using
Popping niggas bodies, bullets was fusing
Go holla at heem, he know what that steel do
Big facts when you speaking the truth
I'm turning the tables on the record for Q
Hit Bishop eradicate him for the juice
Now I'm out my fuckin' mind calling Juice
He told me to get em'
Put Bam on the line, he told me to get em'
I holla'd at Wu and he told me to get em'
I'm playing for keeps, so I gotta go kill em'
It's cavity season (Fuck yo feelings)
Cause I'm ready with the shit (You don't want no dealings)
I'm ready and able and waiting and willing (Haaaa)
I keep it wit' me on the corner
Head down with my mask up
Catch me sliding down the Ave
Put it in shift and just pass up
You looking like you doin' bad
It's fuck em, I'm getting this cash up
You might not see me at first
I chose the life that I live
I keep it wit' me on the corner
You can try me if wanna
Have ya people crying mourning
Pop out
Do you
Pop out
Do you
(And I can't Stop)
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But I'm back and it's straight to the money
I fuck with real niggas
Real niggas only play with the money
My niggas, we stupid, we dummy
Y'all niggas, y'all lame and y'all funny
Pop out
Do you
Pop out
Do you
(And I can't Stop)
(Choice)
Now all you niggas say the same shit
Flashing money on a pot luck
You can be sleep in the streets nigga
Broad day, getting boxed up
Hit the stomach body locked up
Shit was sweet until I popped up
Strong arm em' make em' drop bucks
You rapping' ass niggaz gon' stop what
I'm the muh'fuckin' monsta
Organized like a mobsta'
Cooking beef when it's lunch time
Heat em' red like a lobster
You gave the streets (What they wanted)
I gave the streets (What they need)
I'm catching bodies screaming mista jack a nigga
Now I'm out taking the lead
Gang gang, see some things don't change
Til' you change it
Still in the da hood with the same gang that I came with (Aye who you came with?)
Ain't no switching up, we don't back down, we stainless (Really stainless)
Niggas turning state wait, taking stands on a daily (Boy that's lame shit)
What goes around comes around, man karma is a bitch
Man my nights so sleepless, pardon if I get too high
And switch on low
I'm really killing
Really killing ya whole mode

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