Reach Lyrics

Still qillab ting dis

Still qillab ting dis

Deeper than the knife that can slide under your skin

Is a jealous ass nigga that's disguised as ya friend or ya kin

Just the beginning of many got my patience wearing thin

Like the thong under her leggings when she walking to the gym

I've been known

Don't spend money on bimbos

Don't spend time with fake bros

They only want mo' that's their mo

It simple, trust is earned not lend out

Press that green like pesto

Bitches think I'm mean, well I guess so

Blood on my hands is the cause of my quest

My feelings in the draw keep the dagger on the desk

Cutting people off is beyond my manifest

Compromise the objective and you know your good as dead

Just another man on a mission

Fuck that if it ain't about business

Grapple hook swing off buildings

You wouldn't understand it till you get it

Just another man on a mission

If I cant then it ain't worth living

Motorcycle hands no limits

Faded silhouette no image

Depression deep inside, looking out the window

Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload

The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil

I swear this time I won't confide to my ego

I found my self stranded in the land of the lost slaves

Mothers that, died to save their sons from unfair trade

Told me freedom gave her cuts and bruises on her bear feet

Fredrick Douglas intentions woke up in my Camry

Irony, presents that you past

Gratitude will get you either way

Shackled to your knowledge

What the fuck you think is Sally Mae

Index states to carry weight

Pull the chair from under

Watch the starving crabs in the barrel swing

Blood on my hands is the cause of my quest

My feelings in the draw keep the dagger on the desk

Cutting people off is beyond my manifest

Compromise the objective and you know your good as dead

Just another man on a mission

Fuck that if it ain't about business

Grapple hook swing off buildings

you wouldn't understand it till you get it

Just another man on a mission

If I cant then it ain't worth living

Motorcycle hands no limits

Faded silhouette no image

Depression deep inside, looking out the window

Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload

The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil

I swear this time I won't confide to my ego

Too late to get revived I got no tools left

Opposition ran up on us, you slept

Cant depend on no one but ya damn self

Only a select few of the family

Red eyes gave me red eyes cuz this joint is piff

Two zero one five eleven thirty nine this thought existed, don't resist it

Who would of thought the bag was in the past

I'm so conflicted

Couldn't finished what I started

But now but we back like Jordan, Pippen

Just another man on a mission

Fuck that if it ain't about business

Grapple hook swing off buildings

you wouldn't understand it till you get it

Just another man on a mission

If I cant then it ain't worth living

Motorcycle hands no limits

Faded silhouette no image

Depression deep inside, looking out the window

Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload

The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil

I swear this time I won't confide to my ego