Escalators

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Reese LAFLARE - Rap

Escalators

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[Instrumental Intro] [Beat Switch] [Verse 1] Jumped off the porch when I was 15 Ford Expedition full of my niggas and big dreams (Dreams) To be the next Kareem, Campbell Converse One Stars, Supreme T-Shirt, a flannel Pushing down your block like I was hand to handing Teach you 'bout this style shit boy, I wrote the manual If you approach me on Goliath, imma be David Just remember that you can't stop your fate Case closed, cake baked Stack my money face to face Saw it resuscitate Finesse real, I play dumb with a poker face This sounds like Gucci mixed with 3K done had a baby in a Pyrex pot That's full of M80s Don't forget to throw in some AK shells Talk trap but can't even calibrate they scales Can't even eye-ball a gram to sell I did magic with them bags, David Copperfield, voil� (Voil�) As the wheels turn on a hooptie Skate to the trap, I love how the streets seduce me Hollywood lights, they did the same to me With all the movies, the groupies, the foreign car driving and all the jewelry and on the real that's why I'm fame as fuck Infatuated with being fresher than any person stepping So please, that's why to self, it's my discretion Get the two [?], no ain't no touching Amen [Bridge] He talking (Talking) She talking (Talking) Streets talking (Talking) Everybody talking Two dope boys in a Cadillac (Voices, talking) [Verse 2] Reese LAFLARE, y'all see the influence A growin' dog keep big guns What's a [?] tormenting lil' niggas, this my horror movies final cut And all that yeah-yeah in the background get your scene cut I'ma bully these bitch boys 'cause they [?] Know they scared, that's why their tail tucked Nigga what? You 'bout it? With it? Then knuck if you buck If not shut the fuck up, plain and simple I been the coldest martyr, they still take me for granted Like I ain't singlehandedly been the one that advancing Like I ain't singlehandedly been the most imitated I can't count, singly How many copy and paste of me 'fore they make believe Just so they can make it They the true definition of fakin' it 'til they made it A Generation-X's savior, you nigga owe me, so pay up

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  • Reese LAFLARE