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rap is a sport - reign lyrics

[verse 1: crypt]
nowadays these people are praised for being fake (fake fake fake)
while the real ones get shunned and hit with the needless hate (hate hate hate)
but hey, i’ll stay in my lane, it’s the right way
i won’t fake my way to high stage
i won’t f-ck over a couple young and up and comers who come to me wanting to cut it up cause i will annihilate
why wait till i rise to fame to try and ignite the flame of the rap game?
what’s happening? this track is the fast lane of the highway, so get the f-ck out of my way
people will talk about me and they’ll go
he’s so cold with the stuff he knows (stuffy nose)
spitting the word that should be heard every verse converses another convo on who’s the goat
we live in a generation where
loyalty is just another f-ckin’ tattoo
love is just another f-ckin’ quote
lying’s just the f-ckin’ new truth
i know a few dudes
who will screw you
for a couple stacks and f-ckin’ new jewels
so get the f-ck away if you about that life
cause the e-r’s the only place that i-c-u
life has two rules, never quit, and remember rule #1
keep your head high and your middle finger higher, f-ck up everyone who wants some
do some sh-t that is so different than anybody else under the sun
cause when it comes to life and to be the best in sight you have to be odd to be number 1

[verse 2: reign]
we’re gettin even, but we dont need to (two.)
pull up on you whenever we got a problem dog (pull up on me!)
tell me to my face you don’t like my song (you should tell me!)
let’s just say you did a couple things wrong
you’re in deep, it gets deeper!
the grim reapers with the crypt creeper
i would love to body another diva
ain’t n-body really gonna miss you we dont need ya
always gotta remind em that i’m rockin with a machine gun
for a mouth, dont count me out
have you ever heard about it, ever seen one?
g.o.a.t. you’ll never be one
comin in gunnin for everybody whose buggin until they’re runnin ’cause f-ck it i think it’s funny
you ain’t marshawn lynch
you’re a 3rd string player on the bench with a b-m knee. cuz please
don’t play me
oh you’re a hater hater, we ain’t gravy
you’re a player hater ’cause you hate the play that got them further than you could have estimated
we saw that way that you escalated
four hors-m-n got you frustrated
never heard of me but it’s a murder scene
you won’t be revived, you won’t be resperated
i don’t get in the middle of anything that don’t got anything to do with me unless we’re playing sports. (i don’t!)
but since you insisted, i’ll lace up my kicks quick, and meet you in the middle of the court (i will!)
i’ll be around because i’m coming back for the torch
and i’m knowing that we can p-ss on the back and the forth. (ok!)
you’ll p-ss it for sure
you’re the one i got it from, rap is a sport. (ok!)

- reign lyrics

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