[Intro: Pop Life]

One two, one two?

That's right, I made that name "First Serve," I'm serving my shit first

(?), Trinity Ave, man, y'all stand the fuck up on this one

You already know what it is

[Verse 1: Pop Life]

Platinum on plaques, live infinite, flyin' elite

It's Pop Life (Pop Life)

Many done heard the word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter

Gave himself the pink slip, dude couldn't handle it

Scared to get his hands dirty

(?)

Devoid of sympathy, meaning not in sync, could give a fuck of what you think, yo

But watch what you say

I wasn't raised for you to tip-toe through them two lips (Nah)

Gon' get knocked on your ass from what's past your lips

I'mma put what that 1-2 check

Shout-out to Syringe, we merge into the traffic

Travelin' throughout your body to relay the classic hymn (Hollowed be thy name)

Your name's hollow and your fame should have followed

Face it, yo

Your glow is diminishin'

Why your new nemesis is findin' that genesis

No need for tissues 'cause there's no need for cryin'

Life's the main issue even when lives are dyin'

The world'll keep spinnin' without givin' an eye blink (So?)

So I'mma keep spinnin' while I'm rockin' on my mix

Don't even think to send your little subordinates to my coordinates

I'll send 'em right to Jesus' crib

Think I'm talking crazy?

Yes, I'm very

Fuck you and your moms, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga

[Lenore Witter]

It's Part 2 in this bitch

You fuckin' with the wrong group of people

Lenore Agnes Witter

You fuckin' heard my name

We do this shit, nigga

You heard me?

You heard me?!

Get they ass, baby (Get it!)

[Verse 2: Deen Witter]

Wack niggas fantasize of bond flows

Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed

The shit I stand for is off-limits to challengers (Yeah baby!)

You twirl a baton while I'm swingin' this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)

Mom co-signed it, peep your sidewindin'

Brokeback Mountain ass climbin'

Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar

You sinister, your ha-cha-cha hand destroyal

Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted

The only runnin' the streets you doin' is with laced up Asics, you're basic

See, this boy's a boiled egg

Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow

My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin' your (?)

He had a full clip in the candy

He was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and burp you

Nigga, you a purple hanky (A purple hanky, bitch)

A young prince fuckin' with Doughboy

The only boys in the hood you got is a car mechanic

You are a panic

A (?) whippin' his lined up

Tear that behind up

It's men here, take the pumps off

You ain't a ho, you just a jump-off

Call a nigga froggy (Ah, call that nigga Maurice)

See me in the streets, I'm like the "dah-daaahh" (That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)

[Narrator]

Shit, damn right it got ugly

I mean, brotha against brotha?

[Pop]

That's my word, if I see that nigga in the street, I'mma bust his ass

[Narrator]

Fans takin' sides and shit

I mean, the fucked up thing about it?

The nigga Goon Time?

He profitin' on the whole thing (Yeah)

What we gon' do now?

It's all fucked up now

It's all fucked up now

[Pop]

Yeah, it was fucked up for a minute

Yo, I wind up layin' low for about 4 months

But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door? (Oh)

I had to bounce