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Kjfamous - Popularity Over Talent Lyrics



Kjfamous - Popularity Over Talent Lyrics




Young Shad
You killed this track!

N****s better feel me when I see them
(When I see them)

Bitches better f*ck me when I see them
(When I see them)

N****s better feel me when I see them
(When I see them)

Bitches better f*ck me when I see them
(When I see them)

'Cause I been working hard out for this shit
If you believing I'ma stop well then you missed shit
Scope a Q and now I formulate a mischief
Whoever poppin' over talent bitch you missed shit

Now it's the morning finally hopping in the bed
Just got up out the studio and finna' lay my head
Tryna stack my change
My motion contradict up on your brain
Sippin' the blame
I controvert predictions of a curse when I get in the game
I havoc hustle with my Optimo up on my lip
Burning through survival and my shoulder got a chip
And yes I dare a n***a f*ck with me
Talking bout reality or in the f*cking booth
It do not matter
You'll get bust quickly
I mention why alone we suffer
As I self destruct
Gimme' the microphone
Run up that base
And let me f*ck it up
N***a
Prepare dismissal in this game of maggots
But when I blow I'll let you have it
Popularity over talent

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

My n****s thriving from the pressure
The pain is like the weather
Strictly hot up in that bottom
Super stardom is my only preference
Thug out the reverend
Preaching shit to govern up this sick community of adolescents
You gotta feel where I'm coming from
Managing my own artistry
I hit that blunt and write a song a day
And no hoe bother me
'Cause I cut off them bitches
Was feeding me lies
For them riches
Wanna f*ck me for queen position
But I stand alone in this kitchen lil'mama
Through all the drama
My pen intact the comma
Initiated as a llama
Don't mistake for no premadonna
My lyrics killin' cross the border
On you n****s mane
Time for brand new money
Plus the token to this f*ckin' game
You n****s lame but you differential
My shit gon stick ya like a stab
'Cause I'm influential
I got that chronic by the crop
Tryna serve up on the block
Won't support or even cop
'Cause my shit won't even pop

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

I'm hittin' local shows
Tryna get my dough up
Must be allergic to this real shit
'Cause I got my 4's up
Bet if a n***a suck a dick
The next n***a'll suck a dick
And then the next n***a
Whatever's poppin' y'all gon ride it
Til ya grave it
Either bad or worst or better
You gon fake it til you make it
Just don't wanna be the one that's hated
More like opposer
Be quick to up and shine
And you n****s ain't no soldier
Guaranteed a fist of golden bullets
Ready to blast off
I just took my mask off
To reveal my mad thoughts
Comprehension
Let me do mention
My competition has no revision for me
My intention is bringing rappers a new edition
Prepare for buck shots and torment
I'm shooting at ya garment
Sting positions like a hornet
My feet will never sink
With just a touch I'll turn this industry to men
Then genocide it in this world of sin
Mane let me in

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)
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Young Shad
You killed this track!

N****s better feel me when I see them
(When I see them)

Bitches better f*ck me when I see them
(When I see them)

N****s better feel me when I see them
(When I see them)

Bitches better f*ck me when I see them
(When I see them)

'Cause I been working hard out for this shit
If you believing I'ma stop well then you missed shit
Scope a Q and now I formulate a mischief
Whoever poppin' over talent bitch you missed shit

Now it's the morning finally hopping in the bed
Just got up out the studio and finna' lay my head
Tryna stack my change
My motion contradict up on your brain
Sippin' the blame
I controvert predictions of a curse when I get in the game
I havoc hustle with my Optimo up on my lip
Burning through survival and my shoulder got a chip
And yes I dare a n***a f*ck with me
Talking bout reality or in the f*cking booth
It do not matter
You'll get bust quickly
I mention why alone we suffer
As I self destruct
Gimme' the microphone
Run up that base
And let me f*ck it up
N***a
Prepare dismissal in this game of maggots
But when I blow I'll let you have it
Popularity over talent

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

My n****s thriving from the pressure
The pain is like the weather
Strictly hot up in that bottom
Super stardom is my only preference
Thug out the reverend
Preaching shit to govern up this sick community of adolescents
You gotta feel where I'm coming from
Managing my own artistry
I hit that blunt and write a song a day
And no hoe bother me
'Cause I cut off them bitches
Was feeding me lies
For them riches
Wanna f*ck me for queen position
But I stand alone in this kitchen lil'mama
Through all the drama
My pen intact the comma
Initiated as a llama
Don't mistake for no premadonna
My lyrics killin' cross the border
On you n****s mane
Time for brand new money
Plus the token to this f*ckin' game
You n****s lame but you differential
My shit gon stick ya like a stab
'Cause I'm influential
I got that chronic by the crop
Tryna serve up on the block
Won't support or even cop
'Cause my shit won't even pop

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

I'm hittin' local shows
Tryna get my dough up
Must be allergic to this real shit
'Cause I got my 4's up
Bet if a n***a suck a dick
The next n***a'll suck a dick
And then the next n***a
Whatever's poppin' y'all gon ride it
Til ya grave it
Either bad or worst or better
You gon fake it til you make it
Just don't wanna be the one that's hated
More like opposer
Be quick to up and shine
And you n****s ain't no soldier
Guaranteed a fist of golden bullets
Ready to blast off
I just took my mask off
To reveal my mad thoughts
Comprehension
Let me do mention
My competition has no revision for me
My intention is bringing rappers a new edition
Prepare for buck shots and torment
I'm shooting at ya garment
Sting positions like a hornet
My feet will never sink
With just a touch I'll turn this industry to men
Then genocide it in this world of sin
Mane let me in

They got me outchea'
Bustin' my ass
Might even have to catch a case
So that the process is fast
We all know its

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

They got me stressing
In this motherf*cka
Roll up a blunt
And hope a blessing
In this motherf*cka
Na'mean?

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)

Popularity
(Popularity)

Over talent
(Over talent)
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Writer: Kajuan Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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