Pop Shit
Reason Lyrics


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Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah

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
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, Rocket
James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father
Then a lot haters said I could, became your father
That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, Reason cockpits
Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest
I was ballin' way before the bucks
Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo
These niqqas is too slow, found me a loophole
Competition, I been takin' care of niqqas, it's a group home
Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities
Rap game, had to stick my foot in
Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niqqas
Feel like the GOAT to you niqqas
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niqqas, wait

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yeah)
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)

Dance on my heels, mobbin' this 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
Storms 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' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (uh)
What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme
Now benji, ay, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
Keep eatin', uh chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin'
Yo, we face the ay
Nine years in it and still peakin', yo, let's go for ten, uh
Belt snuggie, 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, black face, the crash landin'
The gun toter, one dream, to win, solo (Brrt)

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Pop Shit" by Reason is a rap track with a fast, upbeat tempo that reflects the artist's journey in the music industry. He takes on a confident tone as he raps about riding with his block and popping shit. The phrase "pop shit" is an expression that signifies speaking or acting out in a significant way, often with confidence or aggression. Reason makes it a point to emphasize that he is riding with his block, which could either be a reference to his crew or his hometown.


In the first verse, Reason talks about his rise to fame and how he did it all alone without any help. He also boasts about being a mess cleaner, referring to fixing his career's issues. The line "James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin" is a metaphor comparing his career trajectory to that of NBA superstar James Harden. Harden's fame peaked, and then his performance declined, much like Marvin Gaye's career. Reason also touches on the haters and how he became a leader and father of the group in Tupac's fashion.


In the second verse, Reason switches up his flow and delivers bars with enthusiasm. He raps about his tough nature and how he's geared to take on competition. He also speaks on the loyalty to his block, such that he's willing to die for them. The line "Belt snuggie, he got them M's, huh" is a reference to a popular viral video where a child wears a belt with M's, representing money.


Line by Line Meaning

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
I ride with my crew and we talk tough


Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
Hold up, I ride with my clique and my unique style and we boast


I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith
I don't need any assistance, I have the answers like a professional locksmith


Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
I don't care who's the greatest, I'll handle the dirty work like a janitor cleaning up


Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket
I need to express myself and I'm moving faster than a rocket to get where I want to go


James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
I used to be on top like James Harden, but now it's more like Marvin Gaye - still good but not as hot


When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father
If I were to leave right now, people would come searching for me, but I'm not ready to be a father figure


Then a lot haters said I could, became your father
People who didn't believe in me before are now looking up to me like a father figure


That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, Reason cockpits
I'm following in the footsteps of Tupac Shakur and now I'm being confident like a pilot in a cockpit


Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest
Hold up, I'm feeling elevated and my value is increasing - let's be real


I was ballin' way before the bucks
I was successful even before making a lot of money


Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo
I feel like I'm dominating like Giannis Antetokounmpo does in basketball


These niqqas is too slow, found me a loophole
My competitors are too slow, so I found a way to surpass them


Competition, I been takin' care of niqqas, it's a group home
I've been dominating my competitors, it's like a group home where I'm the one in charge


Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities
I've been making a lot of money and delivering the best rhymes in urban areas


Rap game, had to stick my foot in
I had to start from scratch in the rap game and make my way up


Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niqqas
I'm picking and choosing who I work with like playing eenie-meenie-minie-moe


Feel like the GOAT to you niqqas
I feel like I'm the Greatest Of All Time to you all


Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niqqas, wait
I'm also known as the Prince of Del Amo to you all, just wait and see


Dance on my heels, mobbin' this still
I'm confident and unstoppable, dancing on my heels


Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear
I'm driving a fancy car with expensive rims that I'm afraid of damaging


Ride for my tears, wait
I'm fiercely loyal to my crew, even if it brings me to tears


Die for my block, rise in that pot
I'm willing to sacrifice myself for my neighborhood, and come out successful like rising bread dough


Lead to my opps, dead in that box
I'm leading my enemies to their defeat, ending up in coffins


Storms in my bop (woo)
My mind is full of chaos and confusion (bop can mean head)


God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (yeah)
I have a lot of ammunition and I'm confident in my abilities


How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)
How can people talk about me when they're not even successful themselves?


Jumpin' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (uh)
I'm showing off my big gun and using it to intimidate others


What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme
I had to work hard to get where I am, so why would I take a backseat now?


Now benji, ay, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
I have a lot of money now, and I'm not ashamed to be greedy for more (Blueface is a rapper who often says 'Blueface, baby' in his songs)


Keep eatin', uh chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin'
I'll keep succeeding, like Chef Boyardee serving hot meals while others are asleep


Nine years in it and still peakin', yo, let's go for ten, uh
I've been in the game for nine years and I'm still going strong, let's aim for ten years of success


Belt snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah)
My belt is tight and secure, and I have a lot of money


Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (shooter)
I drive a fancy Mercedes-Benz and have a lot of money, and I'm the main person in charge


The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (yeah)
I'm living in a luxurious house with beautiful landscaping, and it feels like living in Cuba


The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin'
I'm a criminal who steals oxen, I cover my face in black, and I've made a disastrous landing


The gun toter, one dream, to win, solo (Brrt)
I'm carrying my gun and I have one dream - to win alone (Brrt might mimic a gunshot sound)




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Quincy Matthew Hanley, Robert Lee Jr. Gill

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