Up Next - Intellectual

[Intro: REASON]

Wait, wait, wait

Shit was gon' happen sooner

REASON, nigga, uh

[Verse 1: REASON]

Nigga, I been workin' way too hard for the bullshit, ha (Ha)

Ha, while these niggas makin' bullshit (Skrt)

I can't confuse it when I'm loaded, that's a full clip (Wha?)

A solid nigga got my stripes on some pool shit, ha (Ha)

Ha, I'm spitin' flames but I still be on some cool shit (On some cool shit)

My cool shit probably better than your best song (Than yo best song)

I been feelin' like a fucked up mattress, uh

A nigga way too hard to be slept on

If you thought I wasn't nice then you guessed wrong (Guessed wrong)

Fly nigga, catch me chillin' with the Jetsons

Baby say she wifey, please learn a lesson

I'm a pimp nigga, I treat these women like a restroom (What that mean?)

That mean I use them for shit

Gainin' more fans, I'm as cool as it gets

They say life is a bitch, I'm abusin' her clit

And I'm makin' her cum, fuck it, I'm young

Man I sear these fake niggas is actin' too hard (Too hard)

Nigga, why you tryna prove somethin'?

Just remember that your card is like a muscle, my nigga (Fuck)

And it's going to hurt you if I pull one, ha

Nigga I know the real you (Real you)

My nigga look at everything that we done been through

They say, "REASON, you been through out the blizzard and you still you" (Wha?)

'Cause I was built for the cold like an igloo, oh

I swear I'm starin' my nigga (Nigga), I swear I'm starin', my nigga

Don't got me no choice, must go harder my nigga

I was built to be fresh like a garden, my nigga

Look, starvin' nigga need a gut check

And you can better your bottom dollar that we up next

Hungry nigga need a gut check

And you can bet your bottom dollar, ha

[Verse 2: AD]

Up next, see these other rappers blew it

ESPN ballin', RIP that nigga Stuart

Scott, take your box, I been drink on the fluid (What?)

Startin' at tax time, fuck a Jackson Hewitt (Ha!)

Without the H&R I was posted on the block

Won't be no Mike Brown, I'ma shot it out with cops (Cops)

Headed to the top while these other nigga flop (Ah)

They told me time is money, put some diamonds on my watch

Watch, don't believe me, I ain't Trinidad (No)

No meth, fuck breakin', I was living bad (Ha)

Same niggas used to hate me, know they prison fags

See the movin' around their cycles like a ceiling fan

President and I don't see the change nigga

Obama, Osama, I see the same nigga

Cops poppin' kids and they tell you be tame nigga

Live blind, you gon' die by the flame nigga

(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

[Verse 3: REASON]

Look, bop, bop, bop

Middle finger to the pigs, fuck all these cops

From a block, nigga sellin rocks just to make a dollar

Bitch sellin' twat to somebody's father

Oh shit, cold shit, all I hear is, "go bitch, go bitch"

Froze wrist, oh shit, coppers come around me, don't snitch

Del Amo takin' head shots, niggas won't miss, Eazii

[Verse 4: Eazii]

Theses niggas be lyin' I swear to my God that I'm done with the bullshit

I can't afford to be goin' to court on a capitol sentence

Del Amo the city, I die for my city, the gun I unloaded

She sellin' that powder and sellin' that pussy, that's PP, no urine

If it wasn't for the haters I'd be ballin' like I'm Drake or somethin'

[?] steady cookin' like I'm makin' somethin'

They want to steal my gold but I doubt they ever take it from me (Never)

Bum-ass niggas always hate it when you make it

Hardest nigga out but they will not give me credit (Credit)

Eazii never been a noodle, I don't like spaghetti ('Ghetti)

I fly and dressin' well, the gang is always prevyed

And there is only one I so don't tell me about Feddy Wop

All my niggas strapped they be ready for the apocalypse (Yeah, yeah)

Couple bitches with they'll suck you till you out of it (Yeah, yeah)

Credit cards, dollar bills, they searchin' where you wallet is (Yeah, yeah)

Check 'em all, [?] and bring it back to poppa bear

Somebody tell Cassidy and tell him I'ma-, I'ma hustler

[?], always ready for my customers

She loyal, got money and a freak then I'll fuck with her

Can't cook, no money, no weed, I ain't touchin' her

Lookin' like a million fuckin' dollars when I pull up

You lookin' like you askin' for a dollar when you pull up

I hit the pussy, make her want to holla when I pull up

You love the bitch and always buy her flowers, that's tulips

They say they want bars so I'ma turn it up a notch

Whole team aimin' a beam, he got chicken pox

The guns you got don't even ring, they some replicas

Tomato squirted all over bread, are you catchin' up?