Ichiban

I yuh
Runnin' on the beat like an athlete yuh
Shit's about to blow like a gas leak yuh
Cry myself to sleep and have a bad dream yuh
Pop up in your dreams like its Elm Street yuh
Pop about to pop off
My rhymin' blow your socks off
Rollin' to an Arby's start wilding I blow your top off
Vince'll take your money while Bag pick heads the chop off
Cones will dump your body get the money from the drop off
Look at who we rollin' with
Killing fields and monoliths
Look I'm not a Jedi or a Sith
But I murder kids
Look at all these rappers wanna split
When I start to spit
Lookin' very dapper in my drip cruisin' down the strip
You know I am Pop
I'm keepin' my pace
Blood up in your drinks
Yeah we keepin' 'em laced
Gracing on the nation
Puttin' peace into place
Cones'll change the game like climate change yuh
La la la la
My tongue twists and turns starting to yearn for me to spit some shit
I'm wild on the beat athletes feet I'm running laps around it
I tend to store my drugs in my ass
But I don't abuse it
Coke always in the nose damn
I lied just a bit
Fuck yo' mom and go
Shmee shmee shmee shmee shmee shmee shmee
But she's spanish she go
Si si si si si si si
Yeah I'm the rhyming lizard known for fucking the system
Do 'em and ditch
The lake is full of citizens
Fist in full I glisten so get in and getting bids on bitches
Sit in cars with twisted people watching with they stalking vision
Throwing fits I'm babysitting
Kfr we live in prisons
Golden trophy after medal push on the pedal so we spinning
You just met my buddy Pop
He does the heavy lifting
I'm the wacky brains with the brawns
2 types of people fisting
We got our gang Solaire Heidi and Marbles hissing
Number 1 Ichiban Bag and Pop the stars are glistening



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Ray Jenkins, Jess Freeman, Keanu Jenkins, Toad Cross
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