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now - reece rowan lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (r*r*r*reece on the track)

i’m out of my mind and i’m up above
i’m trying to find what i’m f*cking up
i’m sp*cey and i’m disassociating feeling nothing i’m numb time to knuckle up
it’s time to punch sh*t
with a balled up fist
full of pain and anguish
in my brain is hatred
for all you f*cks
who think you can look at my friends and then bully them like it’s lunch
we misfits
we don’t fit in
take no sh*t
make new friends
i’m not the type you mistake for a b*tch
you better not slip when reece rowan present
you best believe that i’m bringing a gift
no more surprises my fists or the stick
my girl is on me and she trying to saddle me
you cannot rattle me not can you shackle me
dodging police tell my ops i’m at apple bees
you cannot catch me off guard also baffle me
you cannot tackle me
i am 20 steps ahead of anyone who tries to come after me and tries and battle me
i got spartan all up in my anatomy
please don’t get mad at me for the fatality of rapper’s salaries
after i k!ll them in the booth we move to the ring and i knock out their tooth for a fallacy
i’m not angry person but when i am there is no one as mad as me
actually, i make these moves very happily
still they’re elaborately planned
i’ve truly got a third hand
in every decision your majesty’s in, uh

yo y’all need to listen to this right now (yo what’s up homie)
i had a motherf*cker try to tell me (tell you what)
that i was better when i was passive (who)
when i was letting people walk all over me (what the f*ck)
f*ck no, f*ck you, f*ck everything you stand for b*tch
this the new me f*ck you (nah that’s f*cked up nah f*ck him, d*mn)
uh, uh (f*cking b*tch)

yah, yah, yah, yah
i ain’t caught no one talking sh*t or they’d be right in a f*cking casket
driving and weaving like it was making a f*cking basket
catch them and feed them to the tigers like i’m carol baskin
yah, yah, yah, yah (d*mn)
doing this sh*t and i’m fluent in it
and i’m moving this sh*t like there’s lube in this sh*t
like crazy hair only stay with the the clips
they on my sh*t, crunch them like chips
once i make m’s, they gonna flip
they a mattress, they a mattress
never slow i’m not molasses
moving out to calabasas
i’m ambitious and impassive
got headaches i need my glasses
pop advil then hit my classes
doing work but barely passing
come home and record some gas sh*t
pockets full of this sh*t when the time comes y’all can grab it
yeah we all gon’ be rich imma buy cars for all of my clique
i’m still tryna be humble speak softly carry a big stick
that’s why imma always stay strapped never know when people selfish
they gone steal food right out my mouth but i’m still famished
eating everything i’m ravenous all the food yeah it’s vanished
i hope that when i’m gone y’all didn’t take me for granted
at the end of this i am legend, no will smith

- reece rowan lyrics

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