I’m the real one I ain’t no copy

I’m the real one I ain’t no copy She gave head that shit was sloppy Got the kids on the block they call Me poppy I feel all this hate They wanna stop me Feds ain’t playing they wanna indict me Send me back to jail Yet they fail Bullets fly body stale Hail supreme like I’m cobra I’m so hard I’m like a super nova Solja at heart from the start I knew my part I’m so hot Top of the chart Got the bullseye I throw my dart I ain’t missing I’m aiming for the heart Heart stop Coma make u drop my killaz protect me on the block We selling Molly we flipping rocks So stop telling or We some real felons Why u wanna make the block hot Why u wanna get a nigga caught Make your own cabbage Make your own flip Get your own status Get your own drip Get your own pound and make it flip Climb the mountain even if u slip Now im on the top standing on the tip Parachute down make another flip I can’t stop I refuse to stop Till I reach the top Till this record pop