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REASON

Hometown

 

Hometown

(album: In The Meantime - 2015)


[REASON:]
Look
Shout out to all them haters that said something
Fuck wearing a vest muhfucka I'm head hunting
Music like a rash, I'm just trying to spread something
Got the block wired up, it feel like the feds hunting
It's a race to the green, keep them legs pumping
I been blessed with a team, without 'em I ain't nothing
Nigga we gon' fucking grind 'til we all got fed stomachs
We some money nymphos, keep the fucking bread coming
Look, shoutout to people supporting before the spitting
And shoutout all the bitches that fucked me before the riches
Man I promise when I get on, your hoes won't get spit on
And I promise I'ma keep spitting that heron from here on
My [?]
I'm pumped up like Chevron, riding like pegs on
Rap like my head gone, lyrical lessons
I spit bullets so they kill you, I don't need heat, that's LeBron
This for them niggas baking soda with the pounds to move
Cooking up that rock, trying find out what that mountain do
Soda baking over, seem like they got a fountain full
Eye on the haters, trust me I been counting who
Ever said I wasn't gon' be shit, this real shit
I been getting hot with the same niggas I chill with
Share meals with the niggas I'm making mils with
Give mansions to the same niggas I build with
Loyalty over everything, if not, nigga get the fuck back
If a nigga touch my family, line it up like suspects
I need money, I'm starving, working hard for them gut checks
If a nigga show me enough checks, I'm down like [?]
It's fuck a bitch then who up next? Bitches love me like rough sex
They work for me like success and need me like respect
What can't I do? I'm so well rounded, nigga
Shoutout my city, Del Amo where they found a nigga

[Naj Murph:]
Shoutout my city, Newberg where they made a nigga
This ain't for fun, this for the ones that didn't make it, nigga
Take a picture, it'll last longer, muhfucka
I been doing this since New York undercover, muhfucka
It's Najito, rap's Magneto
I keep a low brim, feet in some Timbs, no Tebow
I take a bitch, bring that ass back like Debo
I love what that mouth do, that's my little mosquito
Skeet slow, how a nigga slide up in the DMs
Impress her at sound check to slide up in your BM
I never been to Cali but my songs have
Keep a Naj verse in your mouth like a bong snap
Killing shit, give me all the bills, nigga, Belichick
Hella potential, nigga my floor is what your ceiling is
Get it right, Super Mario green mushroom, get a life
Fuck a camera, how song show you what I'm living like
No, this ain't for play play, this ain't Cray and Day Day
Too many lame niggas with money now, Ray J
Yo, I'm going down in history, fuck the radio
I'm trying to get ahead and trying to get some fellatio
Somebody check the real to lame nigga ratio
Yeah, it's not in your favor, but that's the way it go
Understand, hand in my pocket, still got the upperhand
Far from a sucker fam, you won't smirk me from my publishing
I fuck with Aunt Jemima way more than I fuck with Uncle Sam
Stretching my music so far I'm 'bout to pop, rubberband
You know who I am, student union poster child
Married to the game, 'bout to go on IG and post my vows
'Posed to bow but I ain't feeling humble, gripping my nuts
Give a fuck, afro thunder ready to rumble
The way the cookie crumble so I'm milking the game
And I'm the center of attention, now with Wilt in the game
And that's on and off of the court, if you know what I mean
I hit the booth and press record then run straight to the cream
From NY to LA, running straight to the cream
Newberg and Del Amo taking over the scene
'Sup

done

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