Testo Left Hand - REASON feat. Wale, Benny The Butcher, Isaiah Rashad & Zacari
Testo della canzone Left Hand (REASON feat. Wale, Benny The Butcher, Isaiah Rashad & Zacari), tratta dall'album No More, No Less: Demo 1 - Single
Hey, Lord
Hey, Lord
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'
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)
Look, I leave your shit on lean
Drink no codeine (No)
Money on protein
Strapped like a 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 n 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, uh
Workin' through it like a phase
Drunk and high, vision hazy
But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS'
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'
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)
Yeah
REAS' (Trippy)
Ayy
Yeah, send n packin' for trips
I hit a shot when I want, these n actually miss
It's like I'm workin' on it with my ex
You know I'm back in this bitch
N came from the crack gettin' flipped
Now it's crack verses all in a n songs
Push a bid and I done grown, uh
Zillow shoppin' for a home, uh, n 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
N 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 n 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 n 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'
Credits
Writer(s): Kalon Berry, Isaiah Mcclain, Zacari Pacaldo, Robert Lee Gill Jr
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