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Prescription Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : P. Reign
Today I had to pinch myself to wake up, boy wake up
Be thankful that you got your weight up Be thankful that the woman layin' next to you is bad even without no makeup Be thankful that her momma made her, yeah I stare at that pretty bitch as I reminisce about [?] in a world that ain't gimme none Shoutout Kobe and the Lakers, I learn from my favorite players Like never shoot the 3 when there's a layup Roy Jones Jr. taught me my left hook Resilience from Westbrook, waiting to see what my brother KD and the chef cooked Meanwhile I been cookin' up, shit is finally lookin' up Don't look down, 'cause being good ain't good enough When they hear us talk they say it feel like rap I heard your new shit and all I thought was it sound like trash Pussy is power, she got a nigga hooked like crack And got an onion, wanna cry when you peel that back Like this can't be life I must be dreamin' I wake up and hit the gym to exercise my demons Nowadays these niggas switchin' up just like the seasons Reps Up, with a punishment that's there for treason, they won't even This is for the ones who doubted Fuck rapping I'm shoutin', I'm boomin', you bouncin', now witness the movin' of mountains Always knew I had this shit to a science Back when me, Drizzy and Voice, recorded at [?] Before we called Toronto the six, and Carty was the only nigga from the city puttin' out hits Had a list for all the shit I want when I get rich, boss And this gon' be the year that the lines get crossed, off Fuck informants, fuck law enforcement, I wanna fuck four hoes and call it a quartet Scar from my childhood, I'm scared of divorces And 'cause of that reason I cannot be yours yet I wanted to forfeit, I pray to the pulpit I could of just lost it, I'm fucking exhausted There's no more loyalty, gotta be cautious Not enough soldiers and too many bosses I paid my part nigga, never been ashamed to say I love my dogs So where's your heart nigga? Been there, done that, still rollin' like I'm on run flats Minor setback are just setups for major comebacks Talkin' bout the six, boy, we built that city I show the real niggas love, and I got that clearly I'm slavin' while you was hatin' boy, we call that envy Want that drop can't stop 'till I cop that Bentley Stay quiet, boy you livin' out your broke down Chevy Gotta lightweight with me but he hold that heavy Comin' from where's [?] and the foes ain't friendly Handle like Aya and shoot like Reggie Who gon' check me Rather die than live the way you livin' If we ride 'em ride, that's on my chariot Eye for an eye and I ain't kiddin' Put on a suit and tie and handle business And way before Meek switched up I was the realest In the city, my city still on my fitted I just want a ménage with all my women Just wanna touch the stars with all my niggas And this could be yours, all yours, but you ain't trippin' They tryna knock me off, but I ain't slippin' All I know is how to get it, all we know is how to win it Went and copped a Porsche, and wrote this for all my niggas |
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