Reynolds lyrics

[Verse 1]
The last time I smoked, I think it was about a pound
I thought Lou laced my weed, I was about to pan 'em out
And he told me quietly, "n*gga, you was on the loud"
I was running 'round the room, Rocky tried sat me down
I went to club with, and I seen Busta Rhymes with the red neck
And he looking at me like, "n*gga, you sniffed a line?"
You heard this before, you probably would have lost your mind
But I had to change my lines cause TT didn't like my rhymes
Everybody always giving praise to the team
When all my n*ggas do is get fly and sip lean
n*ggas think we're stupid, with all these designer things
We walk in Hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching
We get paid from Tommy the rest of y'all n*ggas silly
And walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly
And only get brain from the b*tches that know the dealy
She rocked the mic and killed lipsync like Milly Vanilli

[Verse 2]
Being broke be the best thing that happened to me
It give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me
It fills my brain up with things so imaginary
Then I start to spit flames with vocabulary
My momma thought I wouldn't make it with this rapping sh*t
Lint in my pockets and I still ain't ask for sh*t
Dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish
f*ck a couple b*tches that be f*cking with them tab-a-lets
Lean sip' fabrics, you n*gga is average
I'm about a mothaf*ckin' buck like Maverick
f*cking hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras
Fans scream, "Lord!" like a mothaf*ckin' catholic
Hoes tryna snap a pic, while a n*gga tapping it
b*tches love my words, on stage they try to grab my di*k
I'm the best when it comes to this rapping sh*t
I eat a n*gga sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses
Still up in the hood with them stragglers
Fourty calibers if a n*gga talking blasphemous
Young Trap Lord, I'm going back to Nazereth
Lean got me slurring like I got Ty Nast's lisp
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Excellent weekends are with kinky whores
Flow like meteor, your mediocre retard, put you in the ER
No CPR to bring you back, when I pull out this Eagle
Squeeze her like kegel, sitting in a Regal
Blaze a blunt of sour, now I'm higher than a seagull
Never ever pass unless you're on of my amigos
'bout to have a trio, call that sh*t a sequel
Me f*cking these hoes, we listening to Beanie Sigel
Ain't no way you're equal, n*gga why you hating?
It's over for 30 seconds like gang initiation
Put dots between 'em like abbreviation
Put his ass to sleep like sed-ed-ation
I done came up from dinner bowl and cereal
To b*tches want the pipe like a house of payne video
So Ferginstine tell 'em get up on there grind
When that A$AP drop, bring it back home for Brown