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internal rhyme - poppin' lyrics

{intro]
just vibe out
trey you got freaky as sh-t on this one man

[hook]
big sh-t poppin’, and little sh-t stoppin’
big sh-t poppin’, and little sh-t stoppin’
big sh-t poppin’, and little sh-t stoppin’
ball on these motherf-ckers, broke is not an option
(x2)

[verse 1]
big sh-t poppin’, little sh-t stoppin’
i been on a mission, i ain’t got no option
i’m just tryna get it, think she see me plottin’
think that we be boxin’, the way her weave be bobbin’
me and she be vibin’, keep that on the low though
independent, solo, trust is just a no-no
she want them fly things, these other dudes type dodo
i’m the king like james, i’m counting rings like frodo
well i guess i’m drawin’ again, known to do that when i’m called in that booth
let the take go on and then watch ’em fall back or get gone in that truth
feel a bit too on my friend, kind of how it be when i’m gone off that juice
all of y’all i’m stronger than, i’m arguing you don’t have a clue
so don’t move or you gon’ lose and be upset that i’m just cruisin’
it’s a path that i done grew in, i done pushed, man, i’m pursuin’
used to feel like i’m a nuisance, like my presence was a ruin
but the past is ancient ruins, pushed me to it, i’m a shoo-in, now i’m coolin’

[verse 2]
on my grind, that’s why i’m poppin’, colorblind, i can’t be stopped by the red
that’s one sign i’ll keep on droppin’ ’til i feel my time coming like pac really said
one more line and i’ll be popped ’til i’m dead, too much death, i think it got to my head
to cross that step is just an obstacle, spent, all my best years in a hospital bed
as a youngbul turned to the gospel ahead, no rasta, but kid, i was locked in the dreads
in due time, found that my god was instead within my mind, yeah it made a lot of more sense
so i had to keep findin’ me, ’til i realized who to finally be
used to feel so behind but timing beamed, now i got buzz like a winery
now i got buzz like a dime, a g, and eight-sack, don’t need a mayback, at least not asap
just tryna make at least ’nuff, sh-t i’m tryna just live the same, the way that
my idols did, from the notes i’m writing in
see the game switched quick when the vicodin got popped like vitamins
and i ain’t no d.a.r.e. rapper, but i still do care after
my own soul, it’s a shared factor, i’m climbing into heaven on a stairmaster
these dudes all around me is chairslappers, they all some clowns, started running up, and they all slowed down
one day you’ll catch up enough to spar some rounds, and i hope i’m in the ring when it all goes down

[outro]
whoa, whoa
only big sh-t
yeah, yeah, we talkin’ only big sh-t
aye, aye, we talkin’ only big sh-t
aye, yeah, yeah, we talkin’ only big sh-t (x8)
only, big, only big, only big sh-t
aye, yeah, yeah, we talkin’ only big sh-t (x3)
only, big, only big, only big sh-t

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