Gettin Hard on a Floppy Disc

Lyrics

Bow down, Floppy Hoppy, bow down
When you step on this porch, bow down
Bow down, William Hoppe, bow down
Nine pills and a bike, bow down
Bow down, when the door kick, bow down
Chest up, then you hide, bow down
Verse 1
Rehab let out, eighteen deep, all of 'em saying I was straight
Hoppe in the cut with a finger up, talking like he knew my fate
Said I'ma fuck it, said I'ma use, said the work was gon' fail
Floppy Hoppy playing prophet off a folding chair and a tale
Year or two, I need a front, I put the last nine in his hand
Ritalin, fresh script, creative, bring it back, that was the plan
Hoppe took the nine and Hoppe took the street and Hoppe took the ghost
Westside wouldn't claim him, porch side don't either, he a host
Then he looked my girl dead in the face and told her bow to him
She laughed, she lit him up, he shrank under his own grin
So now the hook is his idea, we just said it back correct
Bow down, Floppy Hoppy, you the one who owe the debt
Verse 2
Seven-thirty in the morning, April crying on the couch
Said he spit on her and kicked her while the new one in the house
I walked over, kicked the door, yelled Floppy Hoppy, bring it out
Half an hour 'fore the chest came up, half a second 'fore the route
Threw and he folded, right back in the room, right back in the dark
I said that's what I thought, William, that's the size of your heart
You can puff it on a woman, you can puff it in a text
You cannot puff it on the porch once the porch is paying checks
Bow down if you spit, bow down if you kick, bow down if you run
Floppy Hoppy with the anthem, and the anthem just begun
Verse 3
Jess roll through, bike missing, few days gone off the lot
Hoppe and his girl say thirty, sell it back, ain't that a plot
Then the picture hit the thread, Kent Ambush, reward on the still
Question mark like he the victim, cyan letters, garage chill
¿Reward? for the wheel he lifted, chain wet, story thin
Floppy Hoppy playing finder with the evidence on him
Thirty dollars for her own bike, laughing like it's clever
William Hoppe, stolen BMX, the picture last forever
Bow down to the screenshot, bow down to the proof
You ain't west, you ain't connection, you a man without a truth
Verse 4
And the part you cannot freestyle, Hoppy, sitting in the tape
You pointed at the rehab door and bet I wouldn't escape
Redemption ain't a feature, it's the morning I don't use
It's the nine you should've brought back if a promise meant a truce
I got a reason and a name and a life that didn't fold
You got a finger and a couch and a chest that can't hold
Eighteen were right, you were loud, and the loud one didn't win
I redeemed the thing you cursed, you still cursing from within
So bow down to your own mess, not the block, not the room
Redemption walked right past you, Floppy Hoppy, and it didn't bow to you
Hook
Bow down, Floppy Hoppy, bow down
When you step on this porch, bow down
Bow down, William Hoppe, bow down
Nine pills and a bike, bow down
Bow down, when the door kick, bow down
Chest up, then you hide, bow down
Outro
That's what I thought.
Bow down.