Correction Lyrics REASON Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #066 by REASON

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I'm willin' to die for this sh*t, facts
Del Amo, n***a, I ride for this sh*t, facts
Without a rubber I can't slide in that b*t*h
And if Top don't get a word, I can't sign for the sh*t, ay
Street smart, like a ruler with some scholars
N***as folded, money pilin'
Bread older than nostalgia n***a
Phone ringin', only call me for the commas
With the words I paint pictures
I been drawin' like I'm Wilder, n***a
Ain't a regular new n***a, I'm gifted
I walked in with two chains, n***a I'm different
This a fair warning for all of the compet**ion
You get clips first then p*ssed on like Blake Griffin, n***a
F**k die for this sh*t, I'ma live in it
Flow sicker than Magic, it's crazy I lived with it
They told me life's a b*t*h, I done put a kid in her
Then kidnapped her then b*t*h slapped, vroom laughin'
As I skrrt off like promiscuous women
Had to hustle with the quickest precision
Now it's toast 'cause we made it, n***a
Off them blocks in the hood
And now it's Jill Scott
The top lookin' good, yeah
From the bottom but headed high
A couple n***as takin' shots, we let it slide
Was a young, bad, ghetto kid with a clever mind
I used to have to write standards, now I'm settin' mine
Watchin' the steps taken, I'm sprintin' 'cause death's chasin'
I'm comin' for next, face it, work with the best patience
Flow on sobriety test, breath-taking
Can't go back to how we was livin' 'cause death waitin'
It's gettin' scary, they see what the west cravin'
N***a we been ballin' just notice the refs hatin'
This is Top, n***a, from the bottom we built slow
Livin' the opportunity n***as would kill fo'
It's weird when you around rich n***as but still broke
You would think they freed Meek the way they let a mil go
N***a I'm hungry, I can't let a meal go
My voice crack sometimes 'cause it's real dope, uh
Words electric, came out with a ill flow
Not sick, a ill flow, but electric, a eel flow
Look sh*t glorious, huh
TDE stacked like the warriors
It's all jokes, n***a
F**k all that aimin' for chests, we head hunters
TDE insidious, got the industry scared of us
Look that ain't braggin', that's just straight facts, done leveled up
I got my pockets gainin' weight back, they blowin' paper
Get rid of checks like I hat Kaep, shout out Kaep
Can't take the soul from us
I fight for it, My fist up like soul brothers
Del Amo, n***a, you now talkin' to soul brother
Wait hold on
You talkin' goats? I'm prolly in it
Jesus Christ, I'm godly gifted
Flow ugly, Scottie Pippen
Feed the streets, I'm Roddy Ricch'n, n***a
The game's mine, it's not yours, cross all on my shoulders
You had this kind of weight, you would've popped yours
Invest in the hustle, whatever moves the stock floor
Grew up a fan of Rock, just got off Rock tour
No choice but to sign us, we was bangin' on Top doors
Signed to Top Dawg, now hoes get on top more
That make sense, I make dollars
We don't run, we face problems, n***as fold, I stay solid, n***a
These new n***as lookin' cozy as ever
Hand on they neck, get a grip, I'm tryin' to hold it together my n***a
Look, I'm showin' actions, I'm tired of speakin'
My momma still in the hood, I gotta free her
Need a crib, some chains and a new Bugatti screechin'
All white but the black inside like Tommy Egan, wait
Been through a lot, you name it, I prolly seen it
Every verse a testament, it's God that's prolly speakin'
If you hear somethin' that make you go "Sheesh!" It's prolly REASON
Hear your girl voice in my room, she prolly screamin'
I been diggin' her out, until I'm makin' seven figures
I ain't figured it out, but I'ma figure it out, that's facts
I heard that n***a talkin' online
This the ocean, we don't go fishin' in small ponds
That's real
Del Amo

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