Drug Dealers Anonymous Freestyle by REASON Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Proof
Look, look, look
[Verse 1]
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 wit’ '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 wit' 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’ wit' 'em
Blow up with my niggas, promise to [?] wit' ’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
[Interlude]
That's real
[Verse 2]
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
Yeah
Proof
Look, look, look
[Verse 1]
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 wit’ '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 wit' 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’ wit' 'em
Blow up with my niggas, promise to [?] wit' ’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
[Interlude]
That's real
[Verse 2]
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