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Reason Pop Shit
Obvious rhyme aside, it’s been increasingly feeling like Reason season is due any minute now. For one, the TDE lyricist has been steadily delivering a slew of singles, including several collaborations with his labelmate Ab-Soul. Now, with no confirmed plans to fire off a major label debut album, Reason has opted to continue his rollout as he’s been doing, firing off another new drop in “Pop Shit.” This time, he’s got yet another Top Dawg veteran in the mix — ScHoolboy Q.
As suspected, the occasion has called for a murderable instrumental, as both emcees have been known to go off when called upon. As per usual, Reason wastes little time in firing off top tier bars. “Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let’s be honest / I been ballin way before the bucks, I Feel like Giannis,” he spits. “Antetokoumnpo, these n*** is too slow, found me a loophole /competition, I been takin’ care of niggas, it’s a group home.”
Reason – Pop Shit (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (prod. Kal Banx)
Lyrics
[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: REASON]
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
[Verse 1: REASON]
Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
I ain’t need help, I got the keys, locksmith
Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets
James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
I can bag ‘least ten of your finest, I came farther
Than a lot haters said I could, became your father
That’s just ‘Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS’ in cockpits
Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let’s be honest
I was ballin’ way before the bucks, feel like Giannis Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole
Competition, I been takin’ care of niggas, it’s a group home
Stacks, been gettin’ plenty, spittin’ crack in inner cities
Rap game, had to stick my foot in
Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas
Feel like the GOAT to you niggas
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait
[Chorus: REASON & ScHoolboy Q]
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo)
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Dance on my heels, mob in this still
Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear
Ride for my tears, wait
Die for my block, rise in that pot
Lead to my opps, dead in that box
Stones in my bop (Woo)
God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
How dare niggas speak my name and they ain’t glowin’? (What?)
Jumpin’ out that big boy thing, the gun smokin’ (Uh)
What’s back seatin’ when loccin’ was no gimme (Ayy)
Now benji, ayy, it’s Blueface, baby, and I’m greedy (Blueface baby)
Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y’all sleepin’, yo, we feastin’, ayy
Nine years in and it’s still pink, yo, let’s go for ten, uh
Belt’s snuggie, he got them M’s, huh (Yeah)
Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin’
The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)
[Chorus: REASON]
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
