Reign

3 am and I can't sleep
She say shut up, I'm like make me
Taking shots no safety on
Hoping I make it home, I know that's risky
Ironically a sober person almost hit me

Jason you be 9th, and I be Kendrick
Javie turned to Hendrix
But that's only part of it
They say that I'm going crazy, well that's just the start of it
And it's just the art of it
They say that I'm cold as fuck yeah I stay on some arctic shit

More popular than top ramen
Most niggas in rap stop rhyming

Or they rap with off timing, when I rap I off climates
Or I shift currents
Make a new wave
Watch the throne, it's a new day

Genetically
Modified
Wordplay

Shorty nervous like we on our first date
I could be the best thing for you, in the worst way
Tryna break you off just like a Hershey

Know I walk like Herschel
Shoot a commercial, yeah she picture perfect
She throw it fast, watch her pitch it perfect
Turn into a different person

I'm off a lot, I think my vision slurring
Or hear her kitty purring

This ain't a party
You a pity person

Might buy her different purses
Cleaner than dish detergent, whip it til my wrist is hurting

I ain't wanna say it
Rest In Peace to Jordan

Cherish people while they here, that shit is so important
She steady telling me 2 stop, I'm all up in her organs

Yeah I ball like Morgan
Do the dash like dame, never been 2 Portland

They be asking for the raps like there is a shortage

We got Surplus
Might find me off the purp stuff
I rep Boof Ave, you ain't heard
Nigga search us

I might look sad, but it's deeper than the surface

Swear that last shorty hella pretty, but she ain't shit
Ghosted me
Left me out to dry on some paint shit

And my blues come in different hues like I'm Langston
These lil niggas plankton
Steal the sauce, you need a sanction

I'm writing scripts, they sing along
I'm the king of David
Shout out my brotha David

He stayed on my ass, I used to hate it

Argue like we related
But
He was the one that always knew I would make it

And
Nigga let's face it
Most of y'all bars be basic
Bahamas burning flowers
I don't throw them hoes in vases

You lame as fuck if you making exposure pages
Under one condition
You exposing all these wages of corrupt officials

Fuck all them racists in the government
Lord knows they be steady tweaking on some other shit

But
Back to the topic at hand
They ask me how I feel, I respond that I'm grand

They be talking bout they fancy
They be Posted at the grand lux
Desert eagle on me
Catch me posted in a tan tux

Feel like double O, I'm a passioned assassin

Yo Personality plastic
Fake and see thru

See what it takes to be you

Well, it ain't much
No hammer
I'm a MC that you can't touch

My music is some magic that you can't rush
No big time
Don't ask me for remix, yeah this shit mine

Asked me why I looked, I said it ain't my fault yo bitch fine

Even in the dark you know my wrist shine
People hear my music they like
Damn you sound like big Sean
I take it as a compliment
Other people hear me
Leave em looking in astonishment

And honestly I be thinking the opposite
But modestly I be making the hottest shit



Credits
Writer(s): Jarel Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link