Dark Knights (feat. Lil Jayy) [Remix]
Ima youngin from the trenches
I don't need no Fake love
He was my guy I kept my distance
Yea he showed some fake love
We ran off on the plug twice
I'm traumatized traumatized
From them dark nights
Brodie in them trenches
Yea he clutching on a pipe
And best believe when I'm on
Yea we eating right
Ik some niggas when I see them
Yea is on sight
Small dude momma told don't worry bout the height
Ima make it out Philly if that's only right
I can't wait to take them trips
And booking all these flights
Posted by the poppy
Making money rolling dice
My own homie switched up on me
Now I'm on ice
Now I'm hearing he with the feds
Now he is a mice
Pass the rock to the Lil Jayy
I'm ballin like I'm mike
I can't say that we made it
Cause we on bikes
Are you here for the moment or you for my life
If ima op press play
Or you can come and slide
Fake niggas switch up they don't even ride
Fake niggas switch up they don't even ride
Fake niggas switch up they don't come and slide
Yea, you don't know how the struggle feel
Remember all them days
When we was fighting in the field
Don't talk to much
Cause this shit really can get fucking really real
And I'm not stopping till the day I get a bil
When I'm in these streets
I still get my gmom chills
Even if I'm broke
I still wouldn't sign a deal
We still in the trenches
Yea we still in the field
Brodie in them trenches
Yea he clutching on his steel
If I touch a m yea I'm gonna keep it real
Ima youngin tryna make it tell me how you feel
Ima yougin in the trenches running up a bag
I try to help you counting favors that shit really sad
He talking crazy in the socials asking for a dap
If I'm on best believe we all in the map
Ops saying they gon slide but we kno is cap
Ima get this money
Yea yk I gotta get a stack
I put my all this shit all I do is rap
(Lil Jayy)
RDI
Shoutout to Lil Jayy you know
Yea
Look, It's ya boy Reem Da Illist
Back on my arsenal
I been thru so much shit
If you reminisce
You would even know
And lot of these Riots and Protests
Police killing our people
Black Lives Matter, I'm just progressing
Never ever the flexing
Never the less
I don't need to flex
Just listen to my lil bro
If you ain't know that we up next
Cuz they be thinking they the shit
Talking bout ballistics
Now I'm unloading my clip
You niggas sick as shit
Let me tell you a story
About a kid who was a foster child
And turnt into glory
I was a youngin, developing
Going thru Adolescents
Separated from my sisters and my brothers
No capping
Grew up in North Philly
So had to learn the hard way
All the sacrifices my family made
Thru the hard days
No food, no job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But I'm ducking
They don't really understand
What it mean to be a lyricist
And how I literally gotta dissect
Words when I'm killing shit
I'm rocking it
Pen is so murderous
Burying niggas
I do it so venomously
Stacking up paper, I'm getting money
You know that I got the keys
I just been flowing
Moving so eloquent, you know me
I'm never fucking wit' these ops
That's not Young Reem
I'm only 19 wit' big dreams
Making big moves
Taking care of me
Always do myself
Gotta be me
I don't need nobody telling me
What I should be
Man these people be tryna stretch me
Like an extension
All I gotta say is fuck yall
Imma make it
Yea this beat is so immaculate
Just like my life
I'm contemplating over thoughts
From them dark knights
Yea
I don't need no Fake love
He was my guy I kept my distance
Yea he showed some fake love
We ran off on the plug twice
I'm traumatized traumatized
From them dark nights
Brodie in them trenches
Yea he clutching on a pipe
And best believe when I'm on
Yea we eating right
Ik some niggas when I see them
Yea is on sight
Small dude momma told don't worry bout the height
Ima make it out Philly if that's only right
I can't wait to take them trips
And booking all these flights
Posted by the poppy
Making money rolling dice
My own homie switched up on me
Now I'm on ice
Now I'm hearing he with the feds
Now he is a mice
Pass the rock to the Lil Jayy
I'm ballin like I'm mike
I can't say that we made it
Cause we on bikes
Are you here for the moment or you for my life
If ima op press play
Or you can come and slide
Fake niggas switch up they don't even ride
Fake niggas switch up they don't even ride
Fake niggas switch up they don't come and slide
Yea, you don't know how the struggle feel
Remember all them days
When we was fighting in the field
Don't talk to much
Cause this shit really can get fucking really real
And I'm not stopping till the day I get a bil
When I'm in these streets
I still get my gmom chills
Even if I'm broke
I still wouldn't sign a deal
We still in the trenches
Yea we still in the field
Brodie in them trenches
Yea he clutching on his steel
If I touch a m yea I'm gonna keep it real
Ima youngin tryna make it tell me how you feel
Ima yougin in the trenches running up a bag
I try to help you counting favors that shit really sad
He talking crazy in the socials asking for a dap
If I'm on best believe we all in the map
Ops saying they gon slide but we kno is cap
Ima get this money
Yea yk I gotta get a stack
I put my all this shit all I do is rap
(Lil Jayy)
RDI
Shoutout to Lil Jayy you know
Yea
Look, It's ya boy Reem Da Illist
Back on my arsenal
I been thru so much shit
If you reminisce
You would even know
And lot of these Riots and Protests
Police killing our people
Black Lives Matter, I'm just progressing
Never ever the flexing
Never the less
I don't need to flex
Just listen to my lil bro
If you ain't know that we up next
Cuz they be thinking they the shit
Talking bout ballistics
Now I'm unloading my clip
You niggas sick as shit
Let me tell you a story
About a kid who was a foster child
And turnt into glory
I was a youngin, developing
Going thru Adolescents
Separated from my sisters and my brothers
No capping
Grew up in North Philly
So had to learn the hard way
All the sacrifices my family made
Thru the hard days
No food, no job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But I'm ducking
They don't really understand
What it mean to be a lyricist
And how I literally gotta dissect
Words when I'm killing shit
I'm rocking it
Pen is so murderous
Burying niggas
I do it so venomously
Stacking up paper, I'm getting money
You know that I got the keys
I just been flowing
Moving so eloquent, you know me
I'm never fucking wit' these ops
That's not Young Reem
I'm only 19 wit' big dreams
Making big moves
Taking care of me
Always do myself
Gotta be me
I don't need nobody telling me
What I should be
Man these people be tryna stretch me
Like an extension
All I gotta say is fuck yall
Imma make it
Yea this beat is so immaculate
Just like my life
I'm contemplating over thoughts
From them dark knights
Yea
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Writer(s): Karim Whitfield
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