Reeko Da Real - DEATH STAR Lyrics

Nigga pushed that button
Aye uh,
Just like Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers had to get my shit together
Plenty people prayed and put a price on fame but prolly should of never ever
Even tried to put a foot inside the game I slide the frame to fit the picture
Full of Niggas send a missle at his temple praying that the lord forgive em
Full of ism
Mechanisms in my head done told me that I gotta get em
Pick and choose
Win or lose
Bet a fool a lock himself in mental prisons
Crashing at the wheel crodie acting wild making these dumb decisions
But that's still my nigga so im gripping pistol gots to know I'm riding with em
Speaking I live just like that
I just want racks don't like raps
Peaceful ass nigga like smoove jazz
Oh here he go with his smooth ass
Faking that funk don't do that
Imma Bald nigga still wearing durags
Drama
Never get hot better cool that
I'm in a ford f*ck a scat pack
Money need more I stack that
Jenga
Stand on the block it won't fall
Bron I got 4 rings on my fingers nigga just give me the ball
Now I'm the cream of the crop
Winning no losing no draw
Betting on Reeko to fall
Dummy
Goofy you losing it all
Funny
Niggas be acting for y'all
I seen is back on the wall
Uh
Nigga was charmin he soft
But this nigga charming to y'all
Stop it
Nigga no bite when he bark yall in the dark but im lighting the spark
He from new york you would think how he talk
Look how he step when he walk
Call him ghost he act the part
I been in all blue like in avatar
This shit ain't new nigga had the bars
Like Charlie in movies we living large
And y'all gassing him he ain't half ass hard
Look at my hands and see battle scars
Im passing em
Tom brady
Peyton manning
Bret farve
Blew up mars this the death star
When i vanished i destroyed the planet
Was in the sky but i finally landed
Shit dont always go how you plan it

But he pussy hope niggas can see it
If not then one day they a peep it
The nigga clicked up for a reason
He average he lacking the season
I Been beat him with hands but its coo
On a track ill leave a nigga siezing
Was my nigga but now he some food
Aint no beef crodie soft he a vegan
Clown if you look
The nigga really fool
He a bitch and now it aint a secret
Bit the hand of who gave em the tools
Give it some time for the uh
Give it some time for the uh
Give it some time for the proof
I can't lie only truths told
Look
They put Reeko in a new mode
Nigga musta forgot who I am
Is you dumb?

You can lead a horse to water
But you can't force him to drink you get what I'm saying?
Only the real gon understand
Aye
Okay
End of the story