Nana
• Written by Reaper
Reaper's Notes
Sing at rubies, money,
I only got one best friend.
It's in my coup coup coup it's nana we riding to the end.
She send them shots if niggas bend.
She peeped that I could slaughta' anybody just count to ten.
I'm on fire, I am the sire.
I drop my subliminals.
I let it drizzles.
It's my time to reign.
No pain no gain.
I was broke until I got frustrated.
I'm sitting on millions while bums get inflated.
She know these niggas cheated me.
I'm fighting for what belongs to suis.
We keep it real while being sweet.
She know I keep it G.
She know I'm even bad on E.
We don't give a F cause folks came back to C.
I only got one best friend.
It's in my coup coup coup it's nana we riding to the end.
She send them shots if niggas bend.
She peeped that I could slaughta anybody just count to ten.
Dudes acting brand new.
They hold our hands too.
Open doors and we just come through.
We talk about ruby's and money.
Man these niggas acting funny.
I've been hungry.
But couldn't grab the mic, yet intercept cause niggas overstep.
This shit is priceless.
When I'm done tell me if I'm not the highness.
Seen this pretty girls rap, wrap it all up cause they all wack.
Nana said stay calm, we on track, then I brought it back.
And I'm standing on these bodies being loud.
I've been the sound.
Nana you should tell them who I am?
Scratch the name and prophesied.
Hip Hop needs the Knight.
I only got one best friend.
It's in my coup coup coup it's nana we riding to the end.
She send them shots if niggas bend.
She peeped that I could slaughta anybody just count to ten.
I heard that certain squads impoverished.
Frontin on the gram won't say the names, but ya'll think you polished.
Only if y'all really had the guap.
Niggas get it easy from ya'll plastics guess it hits the spot.
I'm not into hopping laps.
I don't gossip about my peeps then have a memory lapse.
I say it to your face.
So this is to all the fakes suck on my middle finger and stay in place.
If you bold enough tell me how it taste.
Uggh I'm just joking.
Don't get roped in.
To all my enemies I'm glad I will never be you.
Your karma is well overdue.
To all my real hittas,
Find one friend that's into big figures.
Drop the fake hittas.
Keep a Nana and Dame in the big pictures.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013