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Bashar Barakah Jackson (July 20, 1999 – February 19, 2020), known professionally as Pop Smoke, was an American rapper with a career that lasted two years. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York City, Pop Smoke began his musical career in late 2018 with his debut single "MPR (Panic Part 3 Remix)". He rose to fame with the release of his breakout singles "Welcome to the Party" and "Dior" in 2019. He often collaborated with UK drill artists and producers, who employed more minimal and aggressive instrumentation than American drill artists from Chicago, reintroducing the sound as Brooklyn drill. Following his rise to fame, record producer Rico Beats introduced Pop Smoke to Steven Victor in April 2019. Victor would later have Pop Smoke sign a recording contract wit… more »

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Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Keep the intro
Oh, my boy, you already know
Ah

More time
Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time
That ain't gon' stop us from gettin' paid, more time
Certain things ain't never gonna change 
Never speak to them guys without your lawyer 
'Cause they givin' more time
My mans died, I put him on a chain, more time
A lot of niggas can't handle the pain, more time
I'm a hard animal to tame 
Saw my son killer sittin' on the train 
Give a nigga more time

Look
If my mans down, nigga, I help him get up
Max Payne, I'm totin' TECs and Berettas
Never trust a boy, it's always a setup
If I see an opp, I bet I'ma wet 'em
New speed, I bet I change up the level
Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather 
To walk through, I need twenty-five and better
Old hundreds, have 'em stickin' together (grrt)
Louis V and Amiri the denim
My mans up top rockin' Gucci sweaters
Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen
Pinky ring, Cartier lens
Ride around big body Benz
Blacked out, all you see is tints
See, me, I ain't worried 'bout men
Act up, get a shot to your chin
Hollow tips got acquired taste
Gas straight, but my brother an ape
Catch a body, then I'm back in the cave
If you don't got a body, you can't relate
If you don't bang, you can't get in the car
Big Woo, know I'm shootin' them stars
Mama beggin' me to pray to Allah
Walk in the mall, niggas know who we are
Forty-one millimeter plain jane
Niggas get locked and start namin' names
Pussy nigga, get the f*ck out my way
Ma, I'm sorry, I'm just stuck in my ways
Hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow
Her ass fat, feel like Jell-O (grrt)
She said she want Chane-ne
Pop Smoke on the TV (ah)
I did fifteen on my check-ins (yeah)
She said she didn't believe me 
Until I pulled up in a foreign (ah)
And I cashed out on a TD
Snowman like Jeezy
VS, I'm freezin'
Red bottoms, I'm bleedin'
Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Stone Cold what I'm reppin'
Big .38 for the weapon (ah)
Man down, check the scoreboard
I'm a bulldog with this .44
Break legs like Paul George
Said, I break legs like Paul George

Grrt

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