Текст песни Reverse - Joe Nathan

Blunt lit
I'm getting faded
Money chasing
All day it's for the paper
Benny franklin
All talk but ion hear them
What they saying
Walk off for I air it
Never playing
Forever staying in the trenches
With them members who stay ready
For whatever and whenever
I'm jus getting better
Aim high
Hit them from the neck up
Stage 5 I'm on another level
Need rolly with a bezel
So I'm outside focused on the cheddar
Told Brody that we in this shit forever
Yea we locked in
Corner store trapping all this work out the bodega
I've been on the road tryna get my bread up
Keep your head up when you drowning
Joey got drip like a fountain
Made a couple thou off these ounces
Really do be wyling
Really know some bloods out in Bompton
Joey really stepping with some monsters
So let's not have problem
Cause we gonna get it popping like some bacon
Or popping like a pimple
It ain't simple
I gotta shooters that'll pop you in the dimple
And your chin too
Feed you to the sharks cause you fish food
Get moved
Joey stay sharp like a Ginsu
Put a red dot on your head like Hindu
Can't walk what I've been thru
Bitches playing games with my mental
I jus popped a bean not a sensu
Jus hit me for a menu

Yea im chasing money til my feet hurt
If I miss the shot I hit reverse
Fell a couple times yea
Still I landed feet first
Hustle every night
Til I'm dead and I eat dirt

Feel like this the rebirth
Hit my line if you need work
New pack in
I'm taxing
What the trees worth
Getting racks in
Average
I have never been
The assassin
Cashed in
Off of every hit
Bitch
Joey been a menace
For the lettuce
All the broke times
I won't forget it
I was on the frontline
Playing with the villains
And if you ever touch mine
Blood ima spill it
I'm coming for the digits
I'm switching up my lyrics
I was broke as fuck now my life a little different
Now I'm counting up my riches
Got 1000 other bitches
I was never mentioned
Now my name in every sentence
Fuck you niggas talking about huh
I been outside wit it
All about my chicken like Popeyes nigga
Smoking on more spinach then Popeye nigga
40 with a beam leave you cock eyed nigga
Keep 223s and 556s
Got a main bitch and side bitch and a mistress
Everyday I gotta get it like sutn is missing
If you can't stand the heat gtfo the kitchen
Huh
I'm chasing money til my feet hurt
If I miss a shot I'll hit reverse
Fell a couple times
Yea shit I landed feet first
Hustle every night til I'm dead and I eat dirt