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reason – extinct (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: isaiah rashad]
yeah
i’m just sayin’ that, yeah
i just, d_mn
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: isaiah rashad]
i take my l!cks in the storm, b_tch do me raw
yeah, still f_ckin’ ’til six in the morn’
son, how i flooded out the wrist to reward
d_mn, they don’t make ’em like this anymore
don’t try to hold that, you can’t control that
i bought the ‘rari, the tesla, then i got the throwback
i used to ride it, the honda that was black as kodak
and i recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that’s sick
big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin’, and
“zay, ‘fore you leave, can you f_ck me in the mirror, yeah?”
baby, i got too many b_tches not to mention them
hoes, i don’t evеn know they names but they bе feelin’ it tough
they wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
before you f_ckin’ go purchase your gary paytons
i’m really not everybody, sippin’ and talkin’ bad as yo’ daddy
you shouldn’t f_ck with these n_ggas, we was the reckless

[verse 2: reason & jid]
yeah, i f_ck my b_tch when i’m bored, rich from the poor
drunk, high, stumblin’ off the sh_ts and record
smooth n_gga, even when i miss, i’ma score
d_mn, they don’t make ’em like this anymore
zay, i don’t agree what you talkin’, i ain’t no regular
f_ck you think they callin’ me, “him?” i’m a competitor
levelin’, young veteran, more lines than editors
sh_t, why you think we top dawgs? n_ggas different, uh
i been that n_gga since hov was big pimpin’
fly n_gga, ain’t no gravity, d_mn
say somethin’ sl!ck, we on your line like a family plan
i used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
just some young hood n_ggas with no guidance like drake and chris
my latest sh_t, make n_ggas elevate they pen
my new chick always say she ain’t no basic b_tch
well, tell me why we always argue over basic sh_t? that’s crazy
2020, we can burn one
i done took way too many ls and i ain’t earned some
no more buyin’ bags for b_tches that can’t afford one
no more gettin’ brain from b_tches that i can’t learn from
look, we done went from h to the izzo
to now a bunch of n_ggas and b_tches with all gimmicks
show they ass more than lizzo, sh_t (that’s my baby, haha)
this sh_t screwed up (oh), i stayed the same like grenades
when i took my pen out, a n_gga blew up (look)
[verse 3: jid & reason]
i used to ride through the six with my boys, kick in your door
psycho_n_lysis, i feel like sigmund freud
video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
“d_mn, they don’t make ’em like this a—”
b_tch, you are doorbell dumb
lookin’ from crumbs in the cracks of a couch in a mad house
i laugh out loud at sh_t i’m mad ’bout
cash cow or mad cow if i ever cashed out
backpedals and tackles just turn into the rap route
mac robbin’ n_ggas with macs after he maxed out
called him again, minimum chance he get back out
scope and a lens, we was kids with bubble wrap
oblivious to the fact the candy lady was a trap house
slidin’ through the city, i’m like sly and the stones
i got the fam and the bl!cky if you’re eyein’ me wrong
told the cop, “it ain’t the fifties, i’ll pop this chrome
and i will not be wrong,” next stop we home (yeah)

[chorus: reason]
wait jid, i’m in some p_ssy, i was knee_deeper than funkadelics
i am legend, that explain all the will that a n_gga carry
talkin’ real big wheel like ferris, top that sh_t from the greatest
newborn babies, that sh_t newly apparent, reason

[post_chorus: isaiah rashad]
i take my l!cks in the storm, b_tch do me raw
yeah, still f_ckin’ ’til six in the morn’
son, how i flooded out the wrist to reward
d_mn, they don’t make ’em like this_
[verse 5: joey bada$$]
uh, n_ggas want my old sh_t, buy my old album
and tell your favorite rappers, come see me and peep the outcome
i put a x right beside his name like malcolm
and give his head to the n_gga that_ stole the style from
i got a list of n_ggas to k!ll, don’t ask, “how come?”
don’t ask no names, just pray that you not one
i ain’t playin’ with these n_ggas but they still is my sons
and f_ck your top five if i ain’t your top one
these raps written in blood, i got little for buzz
know how i’m feelin’ this bud, i’m the king of my city
not gon’ fiddle with love, but ain’t n0body to trust if n_ggas ain’t with the fuss
i see through the poker face, dawg i’m calling the bluff
i shine like a multifaceted gem in the rough
i’m passionate with every pen that i touch
it’s like i wrote this sh_t in cursive
god mc flow, n_gga these is bible verses
the feature feet on the clue to he_rs_s
same thing you gifted with is what your beat cursed with

[verse 6: westside boogie]
yeah, yeah, uh
who left the bricks on the floor, we too big on the boards
well, smooth n_gga off the bench, i’ma score
i could hit a million hoes, that’s legit, but i’m sure
they don’t make ’em like my b_tch anymore, who let these kids in the door
you was ‘posed to keep it closed, now they in here throwing stones
and break the window to my soul, ain’t no remote chance in h_ll i ever let ’em get control, uh
i surf the ‘gram and see the wave you n_ggas rode, go to the board for the lesson
i be transparent with you, just don’t be projecting
who taught you to be armed and use your guard as a weapon?
who told you, hit your sh_ll every time you feel threatened?
you know that i’ve been stressed, i smoked a quarter by afternoon
i walk with an attitude, i gave you n_ggas change and got no token of gratitude
like what i gotta do to make you tap in?
i might f_ck around, start beefin’ with my rap friends, f_ck you reason
[verse 7: denzel curry]
before we roam, let me go back to the start
’cause art imitates life and life imitates art
once we start to dive in this knowledge and this wisdom
they gon’ always wanna box us in like it’s cubism
knew about picasso before i was a snot_nose
before i had a pot to p_ss in, and for a hot stone
pressure is like walkin’ across hot coal
i’m cooler than a north face in norway, oslo
everybody on this track is known to slay sh_t
jid gave me a reason to snap on zay sh_t
toy with my emotions, i am not one to play with
i’m rappin’ with these top dawgs, the chin with my down b_tch
that is no lie, i’m a nice guy and a wise guy
with a bright mind fresh out of muay thai
don’t like to beef with n_ggas ’cause they all pie
only time they really caught a body was in far cry
try to bring the grammy to the crib, that’s it
why die to be a legend when i live that sh_t?
you could talk about my music, i don’t give two sh_ts because
sooner or later you gon’ ride my d_ck
icarus if i fall off, but i’m a sword
like a sprained ankle when landed on the floor
if you don’t like the song, here’s the exit door
’cause they don’t really make ’em like_ (jetsonmade another one)

[verse 8: jack harlow & reason]
b_tch we’ve been bored, i wish we could tour
girl you need christ, not christian dior
why you keep trying to take pics with me for?
d_mn, they don’t make ’em like this anymore
a white boy broke her heart back in high school
now she told me she ain’t takin’ white d_ck anymore
“d_mn, are you sure?” cried when she on get away
“d_mn, who you for?” stole her heart, now i’m tryna slide in the getaway
the game chose me, baby i didn’t get a say
i done watched a lot of rappers rise and disintegrate
paid attention to the styles i’m finna demonstrate, this is how you do it mane
world’s gettin’ too insane, turned a check into a chain
tuggin’ on a new earring, we are not the same
if you f_ckin’ with my crew then you got the right brothers like we flew a plane
don’t ask me about it, let your boo explain (look)

[pre_chorus: reason]
say she don’t know reason, that sh_t too insane
old school, put my shorty on biggie like pootie tang, do ya’ thang
cap in all the raps, that sh_t don’t stop
your sh_t like breonna taylor k!llers, that sh_t don’t knock

[chorus: reason]
wait jack, i’m in some p_ssy, i was knee_deeper than funkadelics
i am legend, that explain all the will that a n_gga carry
talkin’ real big wheel like ferris, top that sh_t from the greatest
newborn babies, that sh_t newly apparent, reason

- reason

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