Group Freestyles lyrics

(Part I)

[Verse: Isaiah Rashad]
Late nights i feel like what?
Feel my b*tch, fill my cup
Feel my lust
Feel my reign, feel my nut
This that drank
Hold your breath, what’s your rank?
What’s your rank?
Count that cash, Issa Rae
pus*y ass n*gga be talking that raw
Knowing that sh*t won’t come back hard
pus*y ass n*gga be talking that cheese
Knowing them n*ggas ain’t counting no fees
n*gga my brother still flipping them pies
Monkey ass n*gga gon run from this side
Me, with my guys
Talk my slang, smoke and die
Lets get fly, f*ck a trend, lets get high
f*ck let’s ride, bent my rims, f*ck lets slide

(Part II)

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx]
Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n*gga came up
Now a young n*gga paid up
f*ck a n*gga tryna cage us
[Verse: REASON, Isaiah Rashad & Ray Vaughn]
Got no time for the snakes, uh
Barely got time for the hoеs
What I wanna do with my cash?
Prolly have ‘em take my dash
Sail alot, thе ocean different
My life cinematic, motion pictures
Then come pose on the deep end
f*cked up on the freeway
Look, I be f*cked up with side b*tch
I be sober with my main
Lately I’m on kill mama
Lately gotta teach my hoes to fish
Wassup? wassup?
I just need the mouth, give me kingdom clout
Suck my demons out, she such a blessing
I just bleed em out, I don’t need the scalp
I could be a scout or be a referee, b*tch
Wassup? wassup?

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx]
Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n*gga came up
Now a young n*gga paid up
f*ck a n*gga tryna cage us
[Outro: Kal Banx]
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n*gga came up
Now a young n*gga paid up
f*ck a n*gga tryna cage us

(Part III)

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah
I'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just, damn
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I take my licks in the storm, b*tch do me raw
Yeah, still f*ckin' 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Don't try to hold that, you can't control that
I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback
I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak
And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick
Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin', and
"Zay, 'fore you leave, can you f*ck me in the mirror?”Yeah
Baby, I got too many b*tches not to mention them
Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough
They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
Before you f*ckin' go purchase your Gary Paytons
I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy
You shouldn't f*ck with these n*ggas, we was the reckless
[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah, I f*ck my b*tch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
Drunk, high, stumblin' off the sh*ts and record
Smooth n*gga, even when I miss, I'ma score
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular
f*ck you think they callin' me, "Him”? I'm a competitor
Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors
sh*t, why you think we Top Dawgs? n*ggas different, uh
I been that n*gga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
Fly n*gga, ain't no gravity, damn
Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan
I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
Just some young hood n*ggas with no guidance like Drake and Chris
My latest sh*t, make n*ggas elevate they pen
My new chick always say she ain't no basic b*tch
Well, tell me why we always argue over basic sh*t? That's crazy
2020, we can burn one
I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some
No more buyin' bags for b*tches that can't afford one
No more gettin' brain from b*tches that I can't learn from
Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
To now a bunch of n*ggas and b*tches with all gimmicks
Show they ass more than Lizzo, sh*t
This sh*t screwed up, I stayed the same like grenades
When I took my pen out, a n*gga blew up