Grammy Freestyle REASON

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yah, yah (Yah, yah, yah)
Yah, yah
Shout out D-Ron

[Verse 1]
Look, tell me how you really feel (Whoa)
I tell you how I really feel (Whoa, whoa)
I done played my cards right (Right)
And I ain't even got a deal (Wait)
These niggas fishin' for hits (Hits)
They ain't even got a reel (Nah)
They love REASON 'cause it's real (Nah)
Authentic, comin' for the kill (Skrt!)
These niggas spendin' they rent to be on some new shit
I could tell by the designer, you ain't got a future
Uh, I'm makin' more hits than I'm makin' excuses
I feel like Frank Lucas
Headshot 'cause the nigga ruthless
Leave a nigga roofless
Free [?] hustle, we come for the chips (Chips)
I get it then dip (Skrt!)
I hang with some killers, they all with the shits
Some Blood and some Crips
All these blue and red around like I play for the Clips
My cousin, Rico, he playin' with them clips
Just got locked, now he gotta sit
Sometimes, it's just what a nigga need
My niggas hungry, we gotta eat
That pussy expensive, I got it cheap
She gotta have it like she gotta breathe (Hah!)
We just came back from them Vegas nights
Bet the 6's in [?], that's a way of life
Got all these hoes' attentions
Shit, we got that for the table price (Haha)
Haha, look
And Del Amo city raisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Heatin' up like it's cagin' (Wait)
Hustle, comin' for the bread (Bread)
I need to check in, in the savings (Savings)
I need the diamond and the phases (What)
All black 'cause I'm racist
We done really put some days in