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reason - hometown lyrics

[verse 1: reason]
look
shout out to all them haters that said somethin’
f-ck wearin’ a vest muhf-cka i’m head huntin’
music like a rash, i’m just tryin’ to spread somethin’
got the block wired up, it feel like the feds huntin’
it’s a race to the green, keep them legs pumpin’
i been blessed with a team, without ’em i ain’t nothin’
n-gga we gon’ f-ckin’ grind ’til we all got fed stomachs
we some money nymphos, keep the f-ckin’ bread comin’
look, shoutout to people supportin’ before the spittin’
and shoutout all the b-tches that f-cked me before the riches
man i promise when i get on, your hoes won’t get spit on
and i promise i’ma keep spittin’ that heron from here on
my [?]
i’m pumped up like chevron, ridin’ like pegs on
rap like my head gone, lyrical lessons
i spit bullets so they k!ll you, i don’t need heat, that’s lebron
this for them n-ggas baking soda with the pounds to move
cookin’ up that rock, tryin’ find out what that mountain do
soda bakin’ over, seem like they got a fountain full
eye on the haters, trust me i been countin’ who
ever said i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t, this real sh-t
i been gettin’ hot with the same n-ggas i chill with
share meals with the n-ggas i’m makin’ mils with
give mansions to the same n-ggas i build with
loyalty over everything, if not, n-gga get the f-ck back
if a n-gga touch my family, line it up like suspects
i need money, i’m starvin’, workin’ hard for them gut checks
if a n-gga show me enough checks, i’m down like [?]
it’s f-ck a b-tch then who up next? b-tches love me like rough s-x
they work for me like success and need me like respect
what can’t i do? i’m so well rounded, n-gga
shoutout my city, del amo where they found a n-gga

[verse 2: naj murph]
shoutout my city, newberg where they made a n-gga
this ain’t for fun, this for the ones that didn’t make it, n-gga
take a picture, it’ll last longer, muhf-cka
i been doin’ this since new york undercover, muhf-cka
it’s najito, rap’s magneto
i keep a low brim, feet in some timbs, no tebow
i take a b-tch, bring that -ss back like debo
i love what that mouth do, that’s my little mosquito
skeet slow, how a n-gga slide up in the dms
impress her at sound check to slide up in your bm
i never been to cali but my songs have
keep a naj verse in your mouth like a bong snap
k!llin’ sh-t, give me all the bills, n-gga, belichick
h-lla potential, n-gga my floor is what your ceilin’ is
get it right, super mario green mushroom, get a life
f-ck a camera, how song show you what i’m livin’ like
no, this ain’t for play play, this ain’t cray and day day
too many lame n-ggas with money now, ray j
yo, i’m goin’ down in history, f-ck the radio
i’m tryin’ to get ahead and tryin’ to get some f-ll-tio
somebody check the real to lame n-gga ratio
yeah, it’s not in your favor, but that’s the way it go
understand, hand in my pocket, still got the upperhand
far from a sucker fam, you won’t smirk me from my publishin’
i f-ck with aunt jemima way more than i f-ck with uncle sam
stretchin’ my music so far i’m ’bout to pop, rubberband
you know who i am, student union poster child
married to the game, ’bout to go on ig and post my vows
‘posed to bow but i ain’t feelin’ humble, grippin’ my nuts
give a f-ck, afro thunder ready to rumble
the way the cookie crumble so i’m milkin’ the game
and i’m the center of attention, now with wilt in the game
and that’s on and off of the court, if you know what i mean
i hit the booth and press record then run straight to the cream
from ny to la, runnin’ straight to the cream
newberg and del amo takin’ over the scene
‘sup

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