Ability and Desire

Yeah
Aye what up Chuck

Quick fast, like I'm going the distance
Complete the campaign like I beat the mission
I run up this bag, catch me a million
Sail cross the globe
Flexing my fleece like I'm rocking my robe
Stay in position, I'm all in my zone
I'm by myself like don't call up my phone
Hard on this beat and I'm never gone choke
Sharpen my tongue like a knife in my throat
Sad on my mind I ain't losing no hope
Jokes and a laugh and that's how I will cope
He flee the scene like he jumping some rope
Aha aha
Hop on a jet and I'm crossing the seas
AF1s, but not with the crease
I get the bread, rap with the cheese
Haters hear the song and they all be deceased

This sound like the old days
I'm just tryna get paid
Switch lanes with my gang gang
Home girl Mercedes, smelling like daisies
Like damn, Reggie Rob Imma do the dash
Counting my cash, leave you in the past
I can do it real real fast
I can get a bag like real real fast
Reggie Rob, got my game from my dad
I just want my hoes back
I just want my hoes back

Spit on the opps, I left em all shook
I was writing so much, that I murdered my book
I love to go hunt, tho I ain't much a cook
That's why I got girls, cause I'm more of a crook
No faith in the man, shut you down with the zone
I don't stand on the block, rather trap on my phone
Got back in my bag, tossed my homie a bone
I spray too fast, y'all squeeze too slow
Yeah Kodak he flow, he rocking that robe
Im off of of the grid, but I'm up up on the globe
I don't wear no steel, I only rock gold
My bro born solid, don't know how to fold
What I spit be heat, but my heart still cold

Put down the blunts, put down the bottle
Hit from the the back, now she starting to wobble
I spin her around, and make that hoe gobble
She suck on this meat, till it's time to swallow
We born from the jungle, and raised by Koalas
No step daddy, so no time for toddlers
Hang with the hot heads, smoke with the robbers
Ya'll gang too fat, In love with the whoppers
Chuck mow he do it, to take care of Lauren
And Reggie he do it, cause he want a foreign
My lil bro like KD, can't stop him from scoring

Shoutout lil Dae Dae, I'm getting paid today
I rap good with titties in my face
Kodak Persian he from the foreign lands
I like bitches with the spray tans, do it for the fans
I'm just counting these bands
Hop out the top of the whip like my bands
Do it for myself cause I know that I can
I'm Reggie Rob this is part of the plan
I'm just counting these bands
I'm just counting these bands

Hop on the scene and you know that I'm ready
Don't call me dad, nah I ain't Teddy
Chilling with the bros like Ed, Edd n Eddy
All in them dreams like you know I've been Freddy

Hang with the honey I call her Miss Poo
Go hard on the beat like Yoda I do
I'm using the force to bring me to you
That's all that I'm asking so what you gone do?

I'm at the plate, I hit the triple
I got the Malcom like I'm in the middle
IQ plays like I keep it simple
Hole in his face, but that ain't no dimple
I'm fighting with Satan cause that is my fiddle

Smoking good gas, yeah top of the shelf
It's healing my pain, cause I done passed through Hell
You change who you are but can't run from yourself

He shoot, and you know I'm gone block it
Tighten up, like you know I brought the socket
Need a microwave cause I'm hot in this pocket
12th man playing deep like I'm Lockett
Big man, but nah I'm not Rodman
Hop in my suit, I'm Batman she Robin
Steady on my plot caused my mind stay locked in

Using this Lindy to ease all my stress
Spending time in the stu, cause it's what I do best
He envy me cause the way that I'm dressed
Every moment with God cause I know that I'm blessed

Had to get a bag
Had to get a bag real real fast
I just want my hoes back
I just want my hoes back
Something like that, I'm just sipping act
Sitting in the back, I just hit my dab
I'm just tryna laugh, with the bitches in the back
Dynamite

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Credits
Writer(s): Carson Conrad
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