[Intro: Reela]
Yeah, hahaha
Young Reela, baby
You know what it is
Hahaha
Yeah, man
[Verse 1: Reela]
I'm in the booth, man, it's an ongoing slaughter
Workin' hard and I'm writin' like a hard-working author
Stress and pain's the emotions that I go through
This ain't real [?] I laugh and say, "I told you"
I ain't going nowhere, [?] swallow my pride
Adjusting in my feelings, man, man, I ain't gon' hide
I never felt quite like this before
I knew a hit was gon' happen like this, you know
I contemplated and elevated my [?]
Realer [?] got everybody singin' it
Because I'm on a race [?]
I'm on it now, I'm with no [dile?]
He really loves you? Yeah, that's what he say
I turn him to your ex-man, huh, Jean Grey
Tell him, "Get lost" in a mean way
Never leapin' to success, man, no Green Day
You see me, I'm on a high rise
Like Curry said, I'm sky high
My high, man, they wanna give me a mug
I'm so high up, 'bout to give a comet a hug
I'm a dawg though, chillin' with my cats
Well, y'all about the chase, but none of 'em is rats
They keep it one hundred, do what they gotta do
And make wonderful music when they jump in the stu'
I'm feelin' like a black republican
I'm tumblin' and bubblin', I'm manglin' the money
And you got comin' in, I level it, I'm lovin' it, you lose money
You gon' fumble in, I'm bucklin', you sniffin' in, I'm stuffin' it
In my safe or in my wallet
I got 'em hypnotized, R.I.P. to Chris Wallace
No colors with the [?]
[Break: Reela]
Curry, go get 'em, man, hahaha
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Yee, Curry 'bout to flow like Aquarius
Shit, I'm blowin' up, you could call my ass a terrorist
A Taliban, my flow scary like the ring
Snap like a pregnant bitch with mood swings
No Bun B but I'm the underground king
Still grippin' grain, I got [?] nigga dreams
Snap at me, you know I'm 'bout to snap back
And I'm the hot shit like Satan's asscrack
Most of these niggas really really can't talk
And I run this game like a fuckin' Xbox
I ain't CeeLo Green but homie, fuck you
And Curry's the real one like the 2 Live Crew
Yes, little nigga, I'm ballin' like a piston
I got wasted dreams, he got kush visions
Rollercoaster shit, got a writer ambition
And let her hear the pause like a short intermission
This is Chevy music in the lanes that you switchin'
Nigga, I'm good like Popeye's chicken
Me and the real yay, you know we go hard
And I'ma ride out like a fuckin' bust car, yee
[Outro: Denzel Curry]}
Even when the sun goes down
Heroes eventually die, horoscopes often lie
And sometimes why nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain
Nothin' last forever until you close the curtain
It's him and I, Aquemini
It's him and I, Aquemini, yee
Yeah, hahaha
Young Reela, baby
You know what it is
Hahaha
Yeah, man
[Verse 1: Reela]
I'm in the booth, man, it's an ongoing slaughter
Workin' hard and I'm writin' like a hard-working author
Stress and pain's the emotions that I go through
This ain't real [?] I laugh and say, "I told you"
I ain't going nowhere, [?] swallow my pride
Adjusting in my feelings, man, man, I ain't gon' hide
I never felt quite like this before
I knew a hit was gon' happen like this, you know
I contemplated and elevated my [?]
Realer [?] got everybody singin' it
Because I'm on a race [?]
I'm on it now, I'm with no [dile?]
He really loves you? Yeah, that's what he say
I turn him to your ex-man, huh, Jean Grey
Tell him, "Get lost" in a mean way
Never leapin' to success, man, no Green Day
You see me, I'm on a high rise
Like Curry said, I'm sky high
My high, man, they wanna give me a mug
I'm so high up, 'bout to give a comet a hug
I'm a dawg though, chillin' with my cats
Well, y'all about the chase, but none of 'em is rats
They keep it one hundred, do what they gotta do
And make wonderful music when they jump in the stu'
I'm feelin' like a black republican
I'm tumblin' and bubblin', I'm manglin' the money
And you got comin' in, I level it, I'm lovin' it, you lose money
You gon' fumble in, I'm bucklin', you sniffin' in, I'm stuffin' it
In my safe or in my wallet
I got 'em hypnotized, R.I.P. to Chris Wallace
No colors with the [?]
[Break: Reela]
Curry, go get 'em, man, hahaha
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Yee, Curry 'bout to flow like Aquarius
Shit, I'm blowin' up, you could call my ass a terrorist
A Taliban, my flow scary like the ring
Snap like a pregnant bitch with mood swings
No Bun B but I'm the underground king
Still grippin' grain, I got [?] nigga dreams
Snap at me, you know I'm 'bout to snap back
And I'm the hot shit like Satan's asscrack
Most of these niggas really really can't talk
And I run this game like a fuckin' Xbox
I ain't CeeLo Green but homie, fuck you
And Curry's the real one like the 2 Live Crew
Yes, little nigga, I'm ballin' like a piston
I got wasted dreams, he got kush visions
Rollercoaster shit, got a writer ambition
And let her hear the pause like a short intermission
This is Chevy music in the lanes that you switchin'
Nigga, I'm good like Popeye's chicken
Me and the real yay, you know we go hard
And I'ma ride out like a fuckin' bust car, yee
[Outro: Denzel Curry]}
Even when the sun goes down
Heroes eventually die, horoscopes often lie
And sometimes why nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain
Nothin' last forever until you close the curtain
It's him and I, Aquemini
It's him and I, Aquemini, yee
( Denzel Curry )
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