Yeah yeah, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It, I got a lot of big thoughts you ain’t stoppin’, get it? I fought a shot off from my foes, my flows boppin’ wit’ it, I caught off ought my own peace and I’m toppin’ wit’ it. Cease the bull they pull in full, I’m moppin’ wit’ it. The dirt and hurt in spirt from last past, I’m hoppin’ wit’ it. To better views, whether win or lose, still droppin’ wit’ it. Cause I love to release to the streets, that’s What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. Yeah yeah, ayo dude. Hate to be truly rude, but you been really crude. The mood, dude, is full of promise. Life’s a long road, I’m a keep chuggin’ like Thomas. The train mane, I’m a keep thuggin’ like Gibbs. Doing my thang, pursing the bang and dibs. On the hottest heat, I got this on since meet, wit’ the kids thinking I’d be dead or doing bids. Or nothing, they was bluffing, lying to my face. They talked behind my back, that’s so wack, I’m trying to erase. Memories but them ya plea’s to keep proving wrong. Moving song, grooving ‘long, to the rhythm I got with ‘em. I like the mic, like to voice my stance by choice. Fuck the chants, of anti trans ploys. I stand wit’, anyone of any gender. Any pronouns, let’s go bounce to this dance splendor. Produced by Blunt, I shunt no attention. Away from the sum of my ascension. It’s fam like Blunt that damn right front. My story to glory so I can go stunt. Let me ask all y’all, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. I didn’t hear, loud and clear, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. Don’t be shy yo, lemme know, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. Everybody now, yeah, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. Yeah yeah, What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It, I got a lot of big thoughts you ain’t stoppin’, get it? I fought a shot off from my foes, my flows boppin’ wit’ it, I caught off ought my own peace and I’m toppin’ wit’ it. Cease the bull they pull in full, I’m moppin’ wit’ it. The dirt and hurt in spirt from last past, I’m hoppin’ wit’ it. To better views, whether win or lose, still droppin’ wit’ it. Cause I love to release to the streets, that’s What’s Poppin’ Wit’ It. Shoutout Blunt, pass the blunt. Blaze it up. Ohh yeah! Ha.

The gym. Home of basketball, but also some pimps, some bad people, some users of women. How do I balance my need for hoops, with these groups. Cause I ain’t tryna be like them. Shit, it hard. What the fuck do I do. Ahhh, just get on wit’ it. Putting myself in precarious positions. Nefarious conditions. I’ll be bruised, they’ll smile amused. But I love the pain, of that shit I strain. Simple and plain, they a pimp mane. Getting that puss, not letting any fuss. About treatment, go blow the meat sent, down a throat, they renowned and showboat. I got hoes, I got flows, I do too but not those flows. I got decency, my shot of recency, not hot but a lot plot. To shut it down regardless, cause when I’m on, I’m don, known as the hardest. Am I getting through, letting you see? Or for sure this is his mind free. Kindly, I’ll tell you. When ya swim in the gym on a whim they sell you. Being a mack, terrible toughness. I’m seeing the wack, so I bluff this. Getting along as betting they wrong, won’t get me when it basketball. Hysterical, the casket all, y’all gon’ be in, will have you seein’. Craze, a maze, with haze. Confusion, like the women ya be usin’. Oozin’ hoops, I still part of groups, but I try to keep outta loops. Deep on they stoops, to hellish, I relish. In not being one myself. I shelf, my power and they may tower. But I know, my heart is what a bro. Really out bout, fuck it. I hope I make this shot. Hah.

Yo, shoutout Saoirse H. Hah. Lemme try this. Yeah. I’m giving mother fuckers Kubrick stare, what I say go over heads like pubic hair, I do pray that I rap on a too quick snare, so they can say, A, hey, you pick there, a wrong kind of find, man, who dick here, you sucking, it deducting my blue Bic pair, lemme write alright? New chick care, out bout my style, flew sick gear. Into the venue when you, screw prick flair. I’m a treat it like a dog, chew kick wear. You ain’t at all that, yeah, grew thick spare. That ya ain’t ever use, view slick error. On the wrong side, yeah, do lick near, those who got clout, yeah, queue flick glare, cause you only chasing clue, trick, swear. That you ain’t just another skew hick ear. And there ya have it. How ya like it? Hmm. Just having some fun, no need to over analyze. Yeah. We out.

Ohh yeah! Uh. Check it out. Uh. Check it out. Yo. I’ve got nine lives, I’m a cool cat. They got nine knives, praying that I do that. Succumb to my foe, but I ain’t dumb, hoe. I’m numb to the stress, success do this, yes. Cause it ain’t about how you don’t taint what out. It about how you paint vivid in the doubt. Just doing you, leaving haters livid, huh. It a shoo-in that I’m cool, a fool like whaaaaa. How did he do it? I got the fluid pumping, knew it jumping, school did bumping. Of my stream, the juice, the use it seem. Became from a shame, to now what I claim. I got the power, it don’t sour ‘less I say so. I control in full my whole play, go. Make me a dub, I do that yeah. My girl wanna rub, I do that yeah. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh yeah, place to be. I display array after array I spray. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh Yeah, place to be. You know what, stop the beef, just let it be. Too many deaths, too many breaths. Where is the medium, in this life of tedium. Some dumb ones use guns to settle battle. That’ll, push the petal faster to a disaster. Heaps of peeps dying, I’m trying not to. Wish on a loss, yet toss this, I got to. We gotta stop BS from Tucker Carlson. All that shit that he stress, he more like Sucker Carlson. End that mother fucker Carlson, he hate those. Who ain’t the type of fella that I guess he suppose. Supreme, A Hype will yell a fit ‘til he quit. The beam, is pointed at his face, end his fucking case. Of shit, I would love to get, his ass gone. I cover many things, hover over like wings. The world, as shit unfurled, I got nervous. But I’m the G.O.D., Greatest On Dis, at ya service, yeah. Yeah. Let it ride. Aight. Uh. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh yeah, place to be. I display array after array I spray. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh Yeah, place to be. You know what, stop the beef, just let it be. Yo, I’m a keep doing me, you keep doing you, fuck Tucker Carlson. Hah. A Hype up out this. Ohh Yeah.