reem da illist – album of the year (freestyle) lyrics
check it, it’s reem da illist on the beat
when i walk in a building, b-tch i gotta put on my mink
sh-t my flo is like a sink
i’m overflowing, blood pressure rising
got me catching bodies and bodies
i’m feeling like i’m logic
i got these hoes watching me, but they really c-cky
hit em wit’ the right and the left jab
a champ like rocky
n-ggas tryna test me
i’m loading my glizzy
keep the 40 on my hip
hoping and rocking, this sh-t ain’t never stopping
flo is so in immaculate, i’m merking all adequate
a n-gga came from nothing
now i studied and mastered in something
so energetic, but i never forget my real n-ggas
peace to my n-ggas up in philly tryna get the billions
i remember when way back when i wrote that track
run it back the exchange remix, took a relapse
never collapsed tho, b-tch i’m staying humble
my momma abandoned me and blood, she was going through trouble
not saying that i forgive her
but ain’t the same time that’s my mom
wanna hold her, knowing that she did me wrong
no i’m never forgiving the fact that
she just left us like that
call this a clap back
like empire, where hakeem at?
no i’m not lucious, but love to eat piece of that cookie
these little n-ggas rookies, run from the po po, saying that they booked me
d-mn, it really shook me to see the pain in my brother
rest easy juice wrld, lyrical, i will never find another
but scratch that, n-ggas puttin’ my name in they mouth
reem da illist, reem da illist that
the f-ck off my gat
you phony n-ggas is p-ssys
but be the same ones, just like big pun
when you lean back
varsgod talking outta his neck
i’m ’bout to make his whole career collapse
f-ck you b-tch
scammed me ma dollars
no knowledge, you retaliated this diss
someone put this n-gga on the hitlist
pull out the coupe at the lot, checking names
like i missed a spot
going brazy like i’m tom brady
slim shady
i just had to walk a 8 mile
did it for my baby
who tryna test me, don’t make new turn this freestyle to a diss
the automatics i’m loading is causing you to get hit
uh, they mad cuz my b-tch bad, in a quick stash
knocking you p-ssy n-ggas out and give em whiplash
i ‘member when i slept on the floor in a air bed
now i’m doing music and writing books like mich-lle did
i got a million flows
i can go silly wit’ those
sitting and chilling in olney charter
shooting n-ggas that just really impose
actually coming from humble beginning
im feeling your vibe and i’m winning
i wish i could i could say what a wonderful feeling
i’m getting the money and diamonds
but it don’t excite me
uh, i got no lungs
i’m never breathing, i’m hibernating
i am the one
back to back to the studio, do this sh-t for fun
i’m tryna get a tko, fight night, but this b-tch pulling out a gun
gotta set the record straight that i’m coming hard into the industry
n-ggas say i’m corny, they humor me
i think imma leave
victorious in preaching cuz i got the v.i.p
makaveli, all eyes on me
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