Pop Style (Drake Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Sir Skitzo]
Look, sick of being hostile
I'll be smoking 'til I cough bile
I could invest into the stockpile
Instead of hoping that I'm gonna make it big off "Pop Style"
I'mma sauce it hot, like Waka Flock
The album dropped, and died like a baby on its softened spot
But, now, I'm mopping slop
Hold up, let me just stop to chop
My style is pop with a pile of pot
They say that they're rich, they stole Lionel's spot
f*ck do you mean? Your lyrics are lame
Covering Drake, trying to attract in some fame
Say, and you think that you can rap hot
You're as useless to the game as a mascot
Hit 'em faster in the face with a slapshot
Half-pus*y and half-b*tch; CatDog
Better cool him down, he's only getting hotter
Get this man some ice or a large glass of water
b*tches call me Daddy, but I know they're not my daughter
I'll take that sh*t to Maury just to prove I'm not the father
f*ck what I'm doing, I'm oozing in fear
The fact that I'm choosing my life or career
My time is close, I'm assuming it's near
What I'm pursuing will finally appear