Drug Dealer’s Anonymous Freestyle REASON

[Intro]
Yeah
Proof
Look, look, look

[Verse 1]
Gained some notoriety spittin' flames, nigga
But I remain twin slaves: still the same nigga
Same niggas around, that don’t change when the fame bigger
They ain't go the distance witcha don't get in the Range wit’ 'em
REASON, nigga, coldest nigga to do it
Need the whip low, [?] the Maserati is stupid
The rims on it foolish, the tint is presidential
Every whip like my potential, nigga, that mean that shit roofless
REASON the nigga, christ independent
When I decide to write a verse bring a hearse 'cause I'm killin'
The flow evil, but please don't regard me a sinner
'Cause wit' every verse I murder I be bringing God in it
Nigga, this is christ flow, nice flow, tryna leave the hood
’Cause like Michael I remember the times when the killers used to
Drive-by, [?] pop pop, life gone
But they ain’t never hit the nigga that they had they sights on
Yeah, this shit get grimier than dirty niggas
Used to look up to these niggas, now I'm workin’ wit' 'em
Blow up with my niggas, promise to [?] wit' ’em
Bitches wasn't on me, now I'm James, guess I'm worthy, nigga
Hoes on my neck like a medal, don't gotta settle
She used to scream at me, now she screamin' for [?]
She said, "You buzzin' so much that you'll twin that nigga"
I looked at her like, "Stupid bitch, he been that nigga"
That's real