Correction Lyrics Drug Dealer’s Anonymous Freestyle by REASON

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Yeah
Proof
Look, look, look

Gained some notoriety spittin' flames, n***a
But I remain twin slaves: still the same n***a
Same n***as around, that don’t change when the fame bigger
They ain't go the distance witcha don't get in the Range wit’ 'em
REASON, n***a, coldest n***a to do it
Need the whip low, [?] the Maserati is stupid
The rims on it foolish, the tint is presidential
Every whip like my potential, n***a, that mean that sh*t roofless
REASON the n***a, christ independent
When I decide to write a verse bring a hearse 'cause I'm killin'
The flow evil, but please don't regard me a sinner
'Cause wit' every verse I murder I be bringing God in it
N***a, this is christ flow, nice flow, tryna leave the hood
’Cause like Michael I remember the times when the killers used to
Drive-by, [?] pop pop, life gone
But they ain’t never hit the n***a that they had they sights on
Yeah, this sh*t get grimier than dirty n***as
Used to look up to these n***as, now I'm workin’ wit' 'em
Blow up with my n***as, promise to [?] wit' ’em
B*t*hes wasn't on me, now I'm James, guess I'm worthy, n***a
Hoes on my neck like a medal, don't gotta settle
She used to scream at me, now she screamin' for [?]
She said, "You buzzin' so much that you'll twin that n***a"
I looked at her like, "Stupid b*t*h, he been that n***a"
That's real
That's real

Look
Every line crafted is coke in the vein
Don't hope for the fame, work for it then know when it came
That you did everything you could for it, then closely arrange
Every move that you make to make sure that they notice the name, REASON
Put your money up, my n***as got a check on it
I ain't gon' say it no more, put some respect on it
Nice killer, I'm smile thuggin', now [?]
And we can feel the fame close, we only a couple miles from it
I spit that true sh*t, you get a [?] from it
Real sh*t, easy to fill it like a child stomach
Hood like a virus, my n***as often infected
Homies knew the streets well but had no sense of direction
It was bullets flyin', n***as dyin', now'days feel like
I'm losin' homies like I'm losin' wallets
Every now and then the pressure buildin' high as mountains [?]
Can't wait to have them Harriet Tubman's come pilin' in
REASON, n***a

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