It’s the P.O.P.E coming through
Shoutout to the homie T-Monie
Pope is here nigga I'm cold spitting
Verses hotter than a sexy girl with clothes skimpy
Feel me? Pope simply the most vicious.
I'm at the future of infinity my flows endless
The fact is, my rough practice surpass your best it's no contest
I save the game and leave the microphone blessed
Step on stage as the legendary sage with rage.
I ain't playing I'm a lion out the cage with every rhyme I put on page
Instrumental getting slayed with a dangerous skill
When I'm on the mic I'm on some magic shit
An event of venting vengeance that'll vanquish weaks and banish this
Rappers that can't stand to spit and show em’
Pope's a furnace, they just candles lit jeez!
A G hard like Islam with the arm
And you see it never ends I go on and on
Till I stop to breathe I be the God Mc
They wish to walk in my shoes but they ain't got em feet, they ain't fit they just fetus
Nothing but my children see?
I start to rhyme and one line? Niggaz is disappearing