Correction Lyrics Bless The Booth Freestyle by REASON

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Yeah, yeah
Soul

Look, it's black excellence, rap specialist
Special teams I made a living kickin' sh*t figure that
Remember rappin' on corners n***a that feelin' back
Facts n***a, let's take it back n***a hustle like Nip
But ain't nothin' like you rap n***as, more Nipsey
'Cause if they f**k with my hustle I slap n***as
f**kin' TMZ watch n***a TDE poppin'
This is soul n***a, shoutout to Solo, Del Amo up
Wait, that's where I started with it young black
Retarded spitter but the smartest n***a, so smart
Highly regarded as the one to be found
So smart, when I get brain feel like it's dumbin' mе down
New Beginnings out, n***as be bumpin thе songs
I'm El Chapo, n***a, I wasn't underground long
Support now and not later
Went from underground to fader so
If you ain't here now then you ain't comin' along, that's real
Look my music bumpin more than the road test
No competition, sh*t I compete with my own self
Losin' all our kings, startin' to feel like the throne left
Vision misplaced it, remember these statements
Everybody sound alike, so the vision I tainted
Same flow, same flow we call that Clippers and Lakers
From a block where n***as pop and kids' inners get stapled sh*t
Unstable mind and I just let my soul out, soul out
It's the Reason you made it, but sold out nah
Everything nice 'round here this real bounce
I built this sh*t up, n***a I took the mole route
That's ironic I molded, and now I'm touchin' old bread
Respect from the youth to the old head
It's all gas just keepin' the stove spared
Look I ain't that n***a 'till Hov say it, or Wayne say it, or Dot say it
My block waited for a chance for me to get on
Tell Candice Harris I got a face that she could sit on
That's just the n***a in me
I mean everything I say that's why I rap so clearly
All gas so whoever I go at must fear me
I'm respected by the young kings and the young fathers
Instrumentals Missouri n***a done dada
Reason cooler than brushed shoulders and pop collars
Walkin' home seen liquor stores and rockweilers
South central grew up on a hard block
Where they called homies, they ain't call cops
Disrespect treat the police like mall cops
Kickin' downs doors, this the school of the hard knocks
I ain't gon' lie, I was feelin' like a small guy
Moved to Del Amo, grew a little more wise
See the game from a different angle like a tall guy
Need the bacon wrapped in rubber bands that's a hogtie
Turned into a big potato from a small fry
Hustle for the fam like if I don't make it we all die
When I was broke, hoes puttin' up road blocks
Now I ball with tricks, feelin' like I globetrot
My auntie made a livin' off cookin' on stove tops
And now her nephew make a livin' cookin' up cold plots
All my memories I gave it to the streets to feel it
sh*t, streets feel it cause the streets is in it

Soul
Del Amo

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