Saba - Reach lyrics

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Saba - Reach lyrics

[Verse 1: Martin $ky] Boy I swear I've been up on my own sh** Boy I swear I think that we the coldest Made the hottest sh** 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 f** with you n***as My circle's so small and it's full of guerillas I baby these n***as, hats off to your city Keep your p**y a** beats, I ain't f**in' with the little n***as Blindfolded, see through the bullsh** 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 n***as really livin' and I'm sh** I'm yellin' "mothaf** a freebie" Knee deep in a damn beat In the chorus so steep Tryna eat and the grind finna feed me, uhh They sh** don't bang like my sh** Flow through them vibes on your lonesome This beat that autopilot Too cool for the new school, cla** 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 n***a hittin' tokes Look up in the mirror I see red eyes Blue flame got a n***a floatin' in a smoke New wave got n***as floatin' in a boat n***as mad they hatin' all on the low And she came with the drama, had to let her go I've been k**in' for a minute if you didn't know [Pre-Hook: Martin $ky] They don't wanna see a n***a win They don't wanna see a n***a eat They don't wanna let a n***a in They like, then a young n***a gotta reach I ain't even trippin' off that A n***a threw racks in the game, got it back Now everywhere I go they know a n***a 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 sh** flippin' like Hardy Boys, all these n***as spitting and it's hardly Noise, pivot, prolly pull up in the party But, that's why n***as bitin', they just copy Up, but them n***as hardly, us That fat lady sing in falsetto for n***as It's all said an done, that's for nothin' my n***a They all ga**ed 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)

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