Текст песни Relapse - Rel Fromtheq6

Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Rel
R to the E L
Nigga been spitting crack like he was Ezel
Addicted to bad bitches and retail
All of the finer things
The only scents (cents) I'm tryna carry is a weed smell
Humble entertainment CEO
While you playing round with my name
I roll deep
And you'll crash tryna play around in my lane
Lost friends, family, and hoes
Feelings ain't ever change
It's still fuck you if you turned
I guess I'm stuck in my ways
They ain't really think I was serious
Back in first period
You just tell me it's dope
But I don't think that you hearing him
He just want all the dough
And go from dreaming to living it
Big crib bad bitch and a pendulum
Real nigga shit
Ville nigga shit
I spit in Braille sentences
I ram niggas with
These bars like jail sentences
Real penmanship
Don't try to ghostwrite me
Or I'm calling my big brother
Like he No ID
Dawg I got this doubled up styrofoam cup in my hand
And I ain't tryna fight in this party
So all I really ask you is please don't fuck up my plans
'Cause this bitch just got started
And we ain't going for it
See I was Sleeping on couches
Went from duffle bag to suitcase
Pops was trippin
I told him tie his shoe lace
Kicked out the crib
With nothing to do
Since a youngin' I ain't been too sane
Now I'm hopping on beats and going Husain
Humble is life
Call me a king before anything
Fuck a crew name
I ain't selling my soul to you for 2 chains
Old school brother
Stuck in a new game
Now it's fuck who you knew
This is the reincarnation of the Q mane
Dawg I got this doubled up styrofoam cup in my hand
And I ain't tryna fight in this party
So all I really ask you is please don't fuck up my plans
'Cause this bitch just got started
And we ain't going for the bullshit dawg
Every time we out they pull some bullshit dawg
This that bullshit dawg
I want drugs over hate
I'll get too high to react to it
Bet you smoking your savings While you puff on that backwood
Niggas just act hood
This ain't a Friday script
Boy you talk like you trap good
And your mom ain't rich
You laughing now
But y'all buy they shit
They acting out for attention
That you gone give em
On some Kanye shit
I'm standing up
On some prom date shit
Cup full of Bombay
Smelling like marijuana
Screaming I'm that shit
You got me fucked up
Who ain't the shit
My lil brother he got his gun tucked
Ruin yo wig
Give a fuck about where you come from
Who in that bitch
Where the peace
Aye where the love huh
Do it exist
Do it exist