Lyrics Buenos (feat. UZZAH) - Reach Justice

I've been talking with the flow playas want some more
How you make them M's I don't even know
We the art of war holding in fo' sure
Penny for your thoughts hold it, hmm
I been runnin' through the stars you can see the constellation
I don't fuck with anybody for the placement
If I kill another vision man throw it in the bag
I been doin all this thangs not to brag
Oh shit man

She make it clap she throw it back
I finna hustle em till I make stacks
This the game I done be making em racks
I done lost all my band
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hooo ohhh
Ohh hoo hoo oh ho hoo

What you sayin to all em stitches
Let em all know its just big business
State you business, and hold you business
Gurl what's your sign
Bitch mind your business
State of a mind laugh till they hold me
Bark up the tree I'm a dog with a roofie
Specter rep in the first aim mam let's be honest
I'm just Leone but
I need rehab
Cause I'm gonna bleed no cap
I'm from the 4 but I love me sum twenty's
I did what I did cause I need me sum pennies
I dosed in that henny and started to wave in
And pen for a dollar the following day but
The claim to have done in the most is a say
To show what the fuck colors are true as they say
I'm swimming in deep ends of depends I promote
A moat as they call me the goat I been billing a hill
As in smoked up a pack of a port that is new
I tell you the motto but that's still the cue
We rain for checks I'm made for feds
Doin our thang till our shit never ends

Ok
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Lillith in scoprio
Old side plot hits can't panic attack
Cancer and heart attacks run in the fam
I just wanna be friends
She thinking a nigga like me just wanna go tap
You ain't the only one I stay scheming
Schedule my motions I'm plotting
My demons been taking it over
These niggas been thinking I'm softer than lotion
Glad she leaving me I ain't no pussy the aura pink
But you can't punk me
Masculine in that fem type energy
Yes it heals me
You live in dilutions but I'm stuck in reality
You don't run this show
Call me lil bro nigga
Ay talking to god
I balance my shadow like I'm going cold
Da baby the ice
The lethal the weapon
Y'all don't want no smoke I'm black and prideful
Operate like a video-game
Come a call of duty watch a nigga go ghost
I'm speaking the truth
Y'all lie on my name
Y'all niggas been looking like Pinocchio

She make it clap she throw it back
I finna hustle em till I make stacks
This the game I done be making em racks
I done lost all my band
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hooo ohhh
Ohh hoo hoo oh ho hoo
She make it clap she throw it back
I finna hustle em till I make stacks
This the game I done be making em racks
I done lost all my band
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hoo
Ho hoooo ohhh hoo hooo ohhh