Pop

My bro all up on the track
Pop up, diamonds, they all black
Hop the whip, I make it crash
68, I do the dash

On the road
We out of gas
With my team
We in the class
How it goes
The opps in last
No Khaled
But we the best

Hard work pays all the time
You will just come up overtime
You just gotta multiply
Wrist ricotta green like slime
Got the horse like its wartime
Its your time
Its your time

All grown up now is the climb
Of our life lets go try
Stars shine up and in the night
Scars show up its part of life

Cook it up till it drop
Wok up and in the pot
Call me when you in the lot
She say sup I'm in the spot

You just gotta keep it up
You don't need to keep it tucked
Take some time to deconstruct
You with the gang you one of us
You with the gang you one of us
You with the gang you one of us

My bro all up on the track
Pop up, diamonds, they all black
Hop the whip, I make it crash
68, I do the dash

My bro all up on the track
Pop up, diamonds, they all black
Hop the whip, I make it crash
68, I do the dash



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Writer(s): Nahom Tadesse
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