Jair - Pop Star of the Hood

Look
Aye
Goldgod bitches get they blessing from me
You ain’t gotta pay no tides I’ll bless you for free
He can’t even leave the yard cause he got second degree
But don’t worry bout that shit my boy yo blessing is peace
Can’t be stressin bout no rappers shit that’s to close to the bull
A pop star nigga that’s just to close to the hood
Im reading nigga’s statements I see yo name in the book (Snitch)
I wouldn’t even touch her cause she too anxious to do it
Yeah
Niggas was down bad and got back up on fye
You was clout chasing got exposed and jumped back up on quiet aye
Never switched up I just swapped out all the hate
For you stab me in my back I’d rather you stab in my face
Lord
Ain’t got no ghost but shit I’m in traffic like I do uh
Ain’t gotta post but shit I’m snapping like I do uh
Jump out bitches love my fashion might I say uh
Can’t do no talking I’m bout action might I say yeah
I don’t have no time for no fuck shit that’s the truth
Staring at the sky eh eh baby that’s the Roof
Ice cream diamonds come alive what’s the scoop
Ice cream diamonds come Alive what’s the scoop
Morestackz give me stacks give me stackz or give me licks
Niggas stealing swag biting mine fasho
Bitty bitty bad but she wishy
Aye
Got Christmas bags full of giffies
Fuck a chit chat I’m pullin iron fasho
Venues sold out they in a line for dope
Label contacts hit me crying for dope
All my niggas slidin cause they ridin to dope
Greatest job ever was supplying the dope
I Jumped off the Porch and I survived the slope
Niggas goin bad they colliding ghost
They gone turn me round if I tried to vote
Balling out control like I’m Caldwell pope
Breezy told me dope game gravy he wasn’t lying
Uh
I’m Niko Steezy SRTZY burnin lines
Shoutout beezy but I ain’t no wave I’m a vibe tho
Hoe don’t be sleazy I’m Chris breezy when I slide doe
Imma need me a receipt from the bunnies
Greatest trick was tricking niggas that the evil was money
Turn a 10 into a bird when fuck with the dope
I’m the plug I’m the surge niggas know it
Can’t get caught up wit no swerve niggas know it
He In the mix now he see sticks now he noid
Aye
Ain’t got no sponsors unemployed
Throw it in and drive make some noise
Aye
Goldgod bitches get they blessing from me
You ain’t gotta pay no tides I’ll bless you for free
He can’t even leave the yard cause he got second degree
But don’t worry bout that shit my boy yo blessing is peace
Can’t be stressin bout no rappers shit that’s to close to the bull
A pop star nigga that’s just to close to the hood
Im reading nigga’s statements I see yo name in the book (Snitch)
I wouldn’t even touch her cause she too anxious to do it
Yeah

Written by:
Jair Golden

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