ScHoolboy Q, REASON - Pop Shit

[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 that 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 eeny, meeny Miny, 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, mind business 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) Was back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy) Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby) Keep eatin', uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin' Yo, we feastin', ayy, nine years in it, it's still pink, and yo Let's go for ten, uh, belt's snuggy, 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