Rappinthisevening

Guess we rappin this evening
He a little awkward when he rap he a demon
Can't handle her? Well then pass her to me then
This is history class, but we actually teaching
Every time I piss just my passion is leaking
Every time you diss cause you lack what I'm speaking
Gotta tell myself don't get mad, he don't mean it
Prob don't got shit he just sad, he just grieving

It's Reece but my friends call me Mr. Har Har
Knowing shit you forgot like I'm fucking Nardwaur
Wont rap on the beat if the fucking bass soft
Now all the ladies wanna do the Reecer
Pull in to the pit stop I'm gone like race car
She say that's backwards, still is race car
She tuned in to every word, fucking seminar
Said you'd be there when I need you, I've never seen you there
I know there's risk in this I ain't never seem to care
Do it for the kids that ain't never seen it fair
Always wear a mask, people never seen you bare
Finally find something that you love like lookie there
But it don't fit your self image
Working, but keep shelving it
Lil homie keep going you gon find yourself in it
Yeah, yeah you gon find yourself in it
I'll make it or I won't, I don't care there's more than wealth in this
Welfare to, rare breed of male leader
Love my brothers more than Philadelphia
Food stamps out, mom was stealing Velveeta
If you've ever met me, know better than count me out
Know better than doubt me
You kidding? I'm top three
You bitching bout me
Humble yourself and follow lead
All I'm tryna do is put the homies on for free
All you wanna do is clown me, I guess we'll see
Lil bitch cmon

Guess we rapping this evening
He a little awkward when he rap he a demon
Can't handle her? Well then pass her to me then
This is history class, but we actually teaching
Every time I piss just my passion is leaking
Every time you diss cause you lack what I'm speaking
Gotta tell myself don't get mad, he don't mean it
Prob don't got shit he just sad he just grieving



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Writer(s): Reece Hendricks
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