Rap Gregg Popovich Westsidethought

I’m underground, but plot on blowing up like C4
On the grind to win it at the max, like I’m Reese Forbes
Every single bitch you name i stun on em with these 4s

Jeez Lord, bars so explosive, you need to seize or
Terminate because I’m zappin’ rappers, the dead president kidnapper
High off resin Dan Dapper
And it’s back to 10 after, i snap wit the pen at ya
And I’m quick to strike earn my stripes like Sag Aftra
I’m quick to make a mark, like you using no coaster
Like you supposed to
I coach thesе players in the game likе Spoelstra
I’m going off Jimmy Buckets, need for y’all to give me something
And it’s tricky runnin’, I been doin this since sippy cuppin’

Continue til’ headstone, question if it was meant for him
While I got on headphones, my voice been set in stone
Muthafuckas inherit those, copying, you parrot hoes
My dawgs my imperial, we ain’t even scary doe
My shit bloom like a marigold

Snap back, fat stacks, pants sag, Nas ‘93 flow
Servin’ up a tonic, kinda get confused mojito
Keep the product pushin’ like conveyor belt
I hang you off ceiling like a fuckin’ heavyweighters belt