Reach

[Verse 1: Martin $ky] Boy I swear I've been up on my own shit Boy I swear I think that we the coldest Made the hottest shit comin' from the city right now If you ain't know it now you better take notice And I'm in my own lane, I don't fuck with you niggas My circle's so small and it's full of guerillas I baby these niggas, hats off to your city Keep your pussy ass beats, I ain't fuckin' with the little niggas Blindfolded, see through the bullshit BCC from the scene, take a sec for you to see me Tryna put a label on me, people couldn't read me It's a shame you don't listen way harder cause it's easy Holler with the dollars if you need me Niggas really livin' and I'm shit I'm yellin' "mothafuck a freebie" Knee deep in a damn beat In the chorus so steep Tryna eat and the grind finna feed me, uhh They shit don't bang like my shit Flow through them vibes on your lonesome This beat that autopilot Too cool for the new school, class is in session Get left way behind when I write this And the spliff get rolled by the minute now That you mention it, hold up finna light this You can find me walking down state with my head high You already know a nigga hittin' tokes Look up in the mirror I see red eyes Blue flame got a nigga floatin' in a smoke New wave got niggas floatin' in a boat Niggas mad they hatin' all on the low And she came with the drama, had to let her go I've been killin' for a minute if you didn't know [Pre-Hook: Martin $ky] They don't wanna see a nigga win They don't wanna see a nigga eat They don't wanna let a nigga in They like, then a young nigga gotta reach I ain't even trippin' off that A nigga threw racks in the game, got it back Now everywhere I go they know a nigga name before I ever said it "God damn how he do it, how the boy get on the map?" [Hook: Martin $ky] (x4) They said that I couldn't, I can and I did it (They said that I couldn't, I can and I did it) [Verse 2: Saba] Still hit the curb when I'm parkin', I only get coal out the fossil Grew up round laws and the silence, everybody thought they was Scarface But me I don't bang I don't partake, but I'm still too real to be called fake My ex's still going through heartache, cause I keep shit flippin' like Hardy Boys, all these niggas spitting and it's hardly Noise, pivot, prolly pull up in the party But, that's why niggas bitin', they just copy Up, but them niggas hardly, us That fat lady sing in falsetto for niggas It's all said an done, that's for nothin' my nigga They all gassed up, but it's all petrol and pitiful I'm hood like a gyro, so pico de gallo, that's hot Red out the gun, it's a start Put that on my mom and my pop I heard they throwin' shots Well I be on my arm like a lock So if you 'bout it meet me at the front Young, legend in the making So Michael Jackson I lead to heavens way So Jesse Jackson I'm dressed in all black I'm a black information with bros like the Wayans I'll go Super Saiyan [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] (x4)