| Jumped off the porch when I was 15
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| Ford Expedition full of my niggas and big dreams (Dreams)
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| To be the next Korine, Campbell
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| Converse One Stars, Supreme T-Shirt, a flannel
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| Pushing down your block like I was hand to handing
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| Teach you 'bout this style shit boy, I wrote the manual
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| If you approach me on Goliath, imma be David
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| Just remember that you can’t stop your fate
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| Case closed, cake baked
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| Stack my money face to face
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| Saw it resuscitate
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| Finesse real, I play dumb with a poker face
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| This sounds like Gucci mixed with 3K done had a baby in a Pyrex pot
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| That’s full of M80s
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| Don’t forget to throw in some AK shells
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| Talk trap but can’t even calibrate they scales
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| Can’t even eye-ball a gram to sell
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| I did magic with them bags, David Copperfield, voilà (Voilà)
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| As the wheels turn on a hooptie
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| Skate to the trap, I love how the streets seduce me
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| Hollywood lights, they did the same to me
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| With all the movies, the groupies, the foreign car driving and all the jewelry
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| and on the real that’s why I’m fame as fuck
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| Infatuated with being fresher than any person stepping
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| So please, that’s why to self, it’s my discretion
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| Get the two, no ain’t no touching
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| Amen
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| He talking (Talking)
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| She talking (Talking)
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| Streets talking (Talking)
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| Everybody talking
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| Two dope boys in a Cadillac
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| (Voices, talking)
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| Reese LAFLARE, y’all see the influence
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| A growin' dog keep big guns
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| What’s a tormenting lil' niggas, this my horror movies final cut
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| And all that yeah-yeah in the background get your scene cut
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| I’ma bully these bitch boys 'cause they
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| Know they scared, that’s why their tail tucked
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| Nigga what? |
| You 'bout it? |
| With it?
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| Then knuck if you buck
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| If not shut the fuck up, plain and simple
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| I been the coldest artist, they still take me for granted
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| I gain, singlehandedly been the one that advancing
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| I gain, singlehandedly been the most imitated
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| I can’t count, singly
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| How many copy and paste of me 'fore they make believe
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| Just so they can make it
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| They the true definition of fakin' it 'til they made it
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| A Generation-X's savior, you nigga owe me, so pay up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Escalators, artist - Reese Laflare. Album song Reese LaFlare, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп