Left Hand by REASON Lyrics
[Intro]
Hey, Lord
Hey, Lord
[Chorus: REASON]
Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect
Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect
Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect
I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'
[Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON]
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)
Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)
Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)
[Verse 1: REASON & Isaiah Rashad]
Look, I leave your shit on lean
Drink no codeine (No)
Money on protein
Strapped like goalie
Where I'm from, look, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Wait, home team, home team
Got a whole bunch of hoes, it's a whole team
Fuck a bitch and her friend and they both leave
Y'all niggas always talkin' like hoes, always actin' like hoes
Always dressin' like police
Goddamn, drop a couple lil' rhymes, now they buggin' my phone
Like a motherfuckin' dope fiend (Yeah)
Wealthy Black king back, uh
Workin' through it like a phase
Drunk and high, vision hazy
But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS'
[Chorus: REASON]
Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect
Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect
Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect
I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'
[Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON]
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, woah)
Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, woah)
Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)
[Interlude: REASON]
Yeah
REAS' (Trippy)
Ayy
[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah, send niggas packin' for trips
I hit a shot when I want, these niggas actually miss
It's like I'm workin' on it with my ex, you know I'm back in this bitch
Niggas came from the crack gettin' flipped
Now it's crack verses all in a nigga songs
Push a bid and I done grown, uh
Zillow shoppin' for a home, uh, niggas starin' at the throne
You know you made it when hatred is buildin', my enemies get along, yeah
Gossipin' over the phone, yeah, ain't even did nothin' wrong, yeah
Well, shit, maybe that be the problem
Been livin' stress-free, no drama
Circle tighter than the top of a bottle
Work for it, never coddled
Built the blueprints for the come up, come study the model
I'm gettin' head from a model
She feel like it's an investment, I gotta respect it
NDA given, she signed it in seconds
A hunnid bands so I hope she neglect it and tell it all
Niggas ain't better, let's bet it all
I learned some trade secrets, 'bout to leak it
Go back to the hood, give a seminar
I learned the difference from legends and GOATs
Off a one-hour session with Kenny, y'all
I learned the difference from hoes and a queen
From the moment me and Nesha been apart
I was livin' dark, I was in a vault
Havin' different thoughts, I was down bad, I was written off
Bad vibes in the air, feelin' like I went to pick 'em off
I ain't have a couple pennies
Now I'm gettin' pennies on dollars for niggas thoughts
She wanna swallow my dreams
Spit it back at me, her friend come and lick it off
My, my, shit changed, what you think a nigga workin' for?
She don't even know my name, so this head that I'm gettin' ain't personal
All part of the game, livin' easy but it hurts to go
Money comin' with the fame, put your money on the game
REAS'
Hey, Lord
Hey, Lord
[Chorus: REASON]
Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect
Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect
Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect
I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'
[Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON]
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)
Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)
Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)
[Verse 1: REASON & Isaiah Rashad]
Look, I leave your shit on lean
Drink no codeine (No)
Money on protein
Strapped like goalie
Where I'm from, look, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Wait, home team, home team
Got a whole bunch of hoes, it's a whole team
Fuck a bitch and her friend and they both leave
Y'all niggas always talkin' like hoes, always actin' like hoes
Always dressin' like police
Goddamn, drop a couple lil' rhymes, now they buggin' my phone
Like a motherfuckin' dope fiend (Yeah)
Wealthy Black king back, uh
Workin' through it like a phase
Drunk and high, vision hazy
But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS'
[Chorus: REASON]
Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect
Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect
Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect
I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'
[Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON]
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)
Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, woah)
Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, woah)
Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)
[Interlude: REASON]
Yeah
REAS' (Trippy)
Ayy
[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah, send niggas packin' for trips
I hit a shot when I want, these niggas actually miss
It's like I'm workin' on it with my ex, you know I'm back in this bitch
Niggas came from the crack gettin' flipped
Now it's crack verses all in a nigga songs
Push a bid and I done grown, uh
Zillow shoppin' for a home, uh, niggas starin' at the throne
You know you made it when hatred is buildin', my enemies get along, yeah
Gossipin' over the phone, yeah, ain't even did nothin' wrong, yeah
Well, shit, maybe that be the problem
Been livin' stress-free, no drama
Circle tighter than the top of a bottle
Work for it, never coddled
Built the blueprints for the come up, come study the model
I'm gettin' head from a model
She feel like it's an investment, I gotta respect it
NDA given, she signed it in seconds
A hunnid bands so I hope she neglect it and tell it all
Niggas ain't better, let's bet it all
I learned some trade secrets, 'bout to leak it
Go back to the hood, give a seminar
I learned the difference from legends and GOATs
Off a one-hour session with Kenny, y'all
I learned the difference from hoes and a queen
From the moment me and Nesha been apart
I was livin' dark, I was in a vault
Havin' different thoughts, I was down bad, I was written off
Bad vibes in the air, feelin' like I went to pick 'em off
I ain't have a couple pennies
Now I'm gettin' pennies on dollars for niggas thoughts
She wanna swallow my dreams
Spit it back at me, her friend come and lick it off
My, my, shit changed, what you think a nigga workin' for?
She don't even know my name, so this head that I'm gettin' ain't personal
All part of the game, livin' easy but it hurts to go
Money comin' with the fame, put your money on the game
REAS'