Pop Style by Liiight Lyrics

Pops pills like an addict
Addicted to getting active
Conflict in my thought pattern
I’m slipping while gripping grain
No cripping
No selling cane
I remember back in the day
I used to sell jits that olay
Straight bullshit
Oregano popping when they spark the L
They come talking mad
I swear to God I’d stomp them straight to hell
Blood on my forces
Those forces I had to work around
Feel like my name is Earl
For the better karma I’m working now