RESERVA Lyrics

Who give a fuck about you dropping?

Who give a fuck about the profits

I stack a catalog like its nothing

You made a sign-along, thats too funny

I got a story from being to hungy

I made my way out from the fuckin nothing

I got my ways

I got my pack and i got my dope

I got my routes

I got my thing to say to you

They all turn strange when the story turn true like Blu, we dont scrap change

I'm off to the road mane

Got a box on the order weekly, it still dont change

I'm off

I dont know where

we're going?, to fast, i hit the break and now hes…

huh?

I hit the old plug

Then I get to cop shit

Heard you talking how we once was, while I'm in my room locked in

Calculate the profit

Look at how we got this,

Look at how i dropped this

Cigars, aged in boxes

AR's ready to pop shit

Learn from the best and show em' how to drop quick

I'll make a movie, show em how we shot this

I'm on the scene, Im on the scene

I dont really know what they mean

I'm rolling dope

Pouring more

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they get

…

I get the...