[Intro]
If this is how it's all going to end, man, you got to make it epic. They say, "Form follows function," so if I function in an epic way, it don't have a choice but to just form that way?
[Verse]
Look, it's fam over everything, bitch nigga I ain't change shit
I'ma leave with the same ones I came with
They call me Reason, it's time to make the game switch
Oh, shit I'm so anxious to get this shit jumpin' like Jordan
This shit is lyrical coke that you snortin'
Take you a hit and you soarin', young nigga don't give a fuck like a Morman
I dont need no bitches, gorgeous, dimes cause too many problems
I just need a bad bitch that look good me to take all my problems and solve it
'Cause I'm workin' too hard for the added stress
Yes, you can bet that I going to grind 'til I make it
I'm too hungry and impatient, you can hear starvation in my language
I'm rappin' verses in anguish, bein' broke got me so angry
Flow runnin' similar to faucets, tryna find my way but I rap like I lost it
To be honest I'm exhausted, then I open my eyes and see Morgan
So I got to grind harder knowin' it's a long grind
Grind till I'm on top shinin' like a bald guy
P told me stay up on my toes so I'm on mine
Bring the bacon home in rubberbands, that's a hog tie
See the world from a different angle like a tall guy
Bars over bars, good connection Wifi
I remember I used to work at 5 guys
Run up in that bitch get some free burgers
For all my niggas progression is stress, now niggas turnt up and circus
That's been my nigga from day fuckin' one, [?]
Del Amo behind me the pressure is on, this ain't the time to get nervous, lawd
Bars strike, call 'em thunder lines, nigga say I need a hit for the summer time
I tell 'em hungry niggas feel it, these are stomach lines
Flows so important all my verses underlined
Bitch wanna fuck, I just tell her, "Jump in line"
She only a 6, flipher like the number 9
Fuck and get to work, I just call it bump n grind
It's like I'm dodgin' passes, the way I'm duckin' dimes
I ain't run outta rhymes yet, I ain't even spit my best lines yet
If punchlines a war, I'm a Vietnam vet
I'm niggas lookin' worried, I can they eyes, stressed
'Cause I'm stealin' all they shine, they ain't got no time left
Bitch-niggas takin' shots, pussy I ain't dodge yet
I just keep eatin' beats, it ain't hard to digest
If this is how it's all going to end, man, you got to make it epic. They say, "Form follows function," so if I function in an epic way, it don't have a choice but to just form that way?
[Verse]
Look, it's fam over everything, bitch nigga I ain't change shit
I'ma leave with the same ones I came with
They call me Reason, it's time to make the game switch
Oh, shit I'm so anxious to get this shit jumpin' like Jordan
This shit is lyrical coke that you snortin'
Take you a hit and you soarin', young nigga don't give a fuck like a Morman
I dont need no bitches, gorgeous, dimes cause too many problems
I just need a bad bitch that look good me to take all my problems and solve it
'Cause I'm workin' too hard for the added stress
Yes, you can bet that I going to grind 'til I make it
I'm too hungry and impatient, you can hear starvation in my language
I'm rappin' verses in anguish, bein' broke got me so angry
Flow runnin' similar to faucets, tryna find my way but I rap like I lost it
To be honest I'm exhausted, then I open my eyes and see Morgan
So I got to grind harder knowin' it's a long grind
Grind till I'm on top shinin' like a bald guy
P told me stay up on my toes so I'm on mine
Bring the bacon home in rubberbands, that's a hog tie
See the world from a different angle like a tall guy
Bars over bars, good connection Wifi
I remember I used to work at 5 guys
Run up in that bitch get some free burgers
For all my niggas progression is stress, now niggas turnt up and circus
That's been my nigga from day fuckin' one, [?]
Del Amo behind me the pressure is on, this ain't the time to get nervous, lawd
Bars strike, call 'em thunder lines, nigga say I need a hit for the summer time
I tell 'em hungry niggas feel it, these are stomach lines
Flows so important all my verses underlined
Bitch wanna fuck, I just tell her, "Jump in line"
She only a 6, flipher like the number 9
Fuck and get to work, I just call it bump n grind
It's like I'm dodgin' passes, the way I'm duckin' dimes
I ain't run outta rhymes yet, I ain't even spit my best lines yet
If punchlines a war, I'm a Vietnam vet
I'm niggas lookin' worried, I can they eyes, stressed
'Cause I'm stealin' all they shine, they ain't got no time left
Bitch-niggas takin' shots, pussy I ain't dodge yet
I just keep eatin' beats, it ain't hard to digest
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