Reason – Trapped In Lyrics (feat. Ab-soul & Boogie)

[Intro: REASON]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah

[Chorus: REASON]
This for all my niggas trapped in
Caught a case, it made me backspin
I been focused, bringin’ racks in
This for all my niggas trapped in
This for all my niggas trapped in
Caught a case, it made me backspin
I been focused, bringin’ racks in
This for all my niggas trapped in

[Verse 1: REASON]
Yeah, yeah
For my niggas on they own time, woah
I done ran up on a gold mine, woah
Little Henny made me road slide, woah
‘Cause I used to carry .45, woah
I done seen a lot, done a lot, yeah
Dogs in to see the paws in ’em
Tryna make it out like a Saw victim
Bullets hit the whip and leave the car spinnin’
Niggas still pimp the butterfly
I done fluttered high and evolved in it
Niggas still don’t wear shit
Got a issue but don’t never call niggas
Seen a lotta niggas fall off
Cut my missile like a call off
REASON bussin’, never start off
Tie ’em up and take ’em all off
Bigger picture, nigga, bigger picture
I been showin’ ass like I’m skinny dippin’
Nigga flow tighter than a penny pincher
‘Magine if I got the Henny with ’em
‘Magine if a nigga sell drugs
Yeah, I sell drugs ’cause the flow crack
‘Magine I could cure the whole world with the coke flow
‘Cause it’s dope raps
I done done a lot, seen a lot
Black skin, feelin’ penalized
This what happens when I dream a lot
Nigga dreams

[Chorus: REASON]
This for all my niggas trapped in
Caught a case, it made me backspin
I been focused, bringin’ racks in
This for all my niggas trapped in

[Verse 2: Boogie]
Oh, man
For my niggas on they on time, woah
Remember thuggin’ in my profile, ayy
I rather make it with my own guys, woah
But I can’t free ’em with a closed mind, I go my
I pray this shit that I just twisted could get me up out my shame
Slid up on my homie bitch, he ain’t trip, ’cause it ain’t his mane
Just sayin’, uh
Lord, I know you see my pain
Help while I find my hopes
Love you for your sense of humor
Don’t tell me that my life a joke
I done hung with lions and bought the tickets from niggas woofin’
I done seen the gun and just let him pull it and bit the bullet
I come from the ash of a fire past that my mom was put in
I created magic how I got past it without me lookin’
Braggin’ ain’t brackin’, uh
Rappin’ just rappin’, you cappin’, your shit elastic, uh
Stretchin’ the truth ’till we factor in shit ain’t happen
I got this feel you can’t fathom
I seen some shit you can’t tap in
‘Cause this what happen when you–

[Chorus: REASON]
Trapped in
Caught a case, it made me backspin
I been focused, bringin’ racks in
This for all my niggas trapped in
This for all my niggas trapped in
Caught a case, it made me backspin
I been focused, bringin’ racks in
This for all my niggas trapped in

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Man
All things fall apart, everything goes South
Homie had the most heart, he a deadbeat now
Stuck in the mud, man, we need to put the Sizzurp down
Life ain’t quite the picnic when the chips are down, look
Most of the niggas I pictured as winners just went away
I had to get up and make a way
I need the whole planet to know my name
Mama said, “Don’t quit your day job”
I was a second from sellin’ yay
I needed a deal, like playin’ cards
Made a few records with Sounwave
Whoever swallowed the key to the cage that we stay in?
I’ll make him regurgitate it
One time I heard I was underrated
I’d rather that than just gettin’ rated
Ain’t just under investigation
I done seen a lot, nigga, done a lot
In Carson, dodgin’ the Sheriff’s station
Went broke bailin’ my brother out
Man, that’s automatic
At the semi squeezin’
Or a fiend on Halloween
‘Till it’s a wrap like a Easter basket
My collard greens with plenty season
A solution and a reason, there you have it

REASON – Flick It Up Lyrics

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[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Wait, flick it up

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up, flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough (Wait)
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, buss down
I buss down, I buss down
Caught niggas stealin’ my stuff now
I can see me in a lot of these niggas
Shit start to feel like Us now wait (Wait)
Nigga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, nigga dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, shoot it like baseball
Knock it out the park then I slid home safe
Knock it out park then slid on home
REASON on fire, can’t do no wrong
These niggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my momma up in the Hills, no stress, no problems
Niggas talk shit, no comment
Niggas ain’t really did half the shit they rap ’bout
Nigga you ain’t never caught no body
You ain’t never sold no drugs
Nigga you ain’t never popped no molly
You ain’t never, wait-
If I really, really said everything niggas ain’t did, I’d be ain’t shit
You niggas ain’t shit
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin’ on stank shit, roll up
Niggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin’ hoes that don’t wanna be saved
Comin’ up as a kid I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, nigga still can’t believe it
So when I’m at shows I-

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga who? (Soulo) nigga what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped ma pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul, infinity stone, end game for my enemy yo
Pen game incredible hulk, big fangs incredible bark
Big Dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P-G-O-D
Wait, this shit as easy as winning a spelling bee spellin’ the letter B (Aye) H-I-P-H-O-P, S-A-V-E-D-ME
Amazing grace you made yo bed and I made my plate
Fuck is you thinkin’? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face to face (Face the fact)
‘Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
And then I dropped the track that made ’em feel me
Like a cinema (Oh) How ’bout that?
Now I’m just killing ’em, grave so low can’ dig it up
Where you casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat can’t pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace, maker
Your heart ain’t strong enough, brain ain’t smart enough
Gang ain’t hard enough, dollars ain’t long enough
Promise I’m droppin’ a Jimmy, should-

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough (SOUL!)
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Outro: REASON]
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, I flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Bitch

Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

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[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 1: Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I’m hungry
I got something, but I ain’t nothing
Brother tummy isn’t chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain’t fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
‘Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
But who really is until they provoked?
Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able

[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
So ill, these words infectious
I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don’t negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I’m lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

[Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga?
Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
Can’t cross my nigga
Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
Look, let’s make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool

[Outro: REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for?
I’m just tryna make a bag
I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob