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Drug Dealer's Anonymous Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : REASON
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Proof Look, look, look 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 with' '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 with' 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' with' 'em Blow up with my niggas, promise to [?] with' '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 That's real Look Every line crafted is coke in the vein Don't hope for the fame, work for it then know when it came That you did everything you could for it, then closely arrange Every move that you make to make sure that they notice the name, REASON Put your money up, my niggas got a check on it I ain't gon' say it no more, put some respect on it Nice killer, I'm smile thuggin', now [?] And we can feel the fame close, we only a couple miles from it I spit that true shit, you get a [?] from it Real shit, easy to fill it like a child stomach Hood like a virus, my niggas often infected Homies knew the streets well but had no sense of direction It was bullets flyin', niggas dyin', now'days feel like I'm losin' homies like I'm losin' wallets Every now and then the pressure buildin' high as mountains [?] Can't wait to have them Harriet Tubman's come pilin' in REASON, nigga |
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