Up Next lyrics

[Intro: REASON]
Wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait
sh*t was gon' happen sooner
REASON, n*gga, uh

[Verse 1: REASON]
n*gga, I been workin' way too hard for the bullsh*t, ha (Ha)
Ha, while these n*ggas makin' bullsh*t (Skrt)
I can't confuse it when I'm loaded, that's a full clip (Wha?)
A solid n*gga got my stripes on some pool sh*t, ha (Ha)
Ha, I'm spitin' flames but I still be on some cool sh*t (On some cool sh*t)
My cool sh*t probably better than your best song (Than yo best song)
I been feelin' like a f*cked up mattress, uh
A n*gga way too hard to be slept on
If you thought I wasn't nice then you guessed wrong (Guessed wrong)
Fly n*gga, catch me chillin' with the Jetsons
Baby say she wifey, please learn a lesson
I'm a pimp n*gga, I treat these women like a restroom (What that mean?)
That mean I use them for sh*t
Gainin' more fans, I'm as cool as it gets
They say life is a b*tch, I'm abusin' her clit
And I'm makin' her c*m, f*ck it, I'm young
Man I sear these fake n*ggas is actin' too hard (Too hard)
n*gga, why you tryna prove somethin'?
Just remember that your card is like a muscle, my n*gga (f*ck)
And it's going to hurt you if I pull one, ha
n*gga I know the real you (Real you)
My n*gga look at everything that we done been through
They say, "REASON, you been through out the blizzard and you still you" (Wha?)
'Cause I was built for the cold like an igloo, oh
I swear I'm starin' my n*gga (n*gga), I swear I'm starin', my n*gga
Don't got me no choice, must go harder my n*gga
I was built to be fresh like a garden, my n*gga
Look, starvin' n*gga need a gut check
And you can better your bottom dollar that we up next
Hungry n*gga need a gut check
And you can bet your bottom dollar, ha
[Verse 2: AD]
Up next, see these other rappers blew it
ESPN ballin', RIP that n*gga Stuart
Scott, take your box, I been drink on the fluid (What?)
Startin' at tax time, f*ck a Jackson Hewitt (Ha!)
Without the H&R I was posted on the block
Won't be no Mike Brown, I'ma shot it out with cops (Cops)
Headed to the top while these other n*gga flop (Ah)
They told me time is money, put some diamonds on my watch
Watch, don't believe me, I ain't Trinidad (No)
No meth, f*ck breakin', I was living bad (Ha)
Same n*ggas used to hate me, know they prison fags
See the movin' around their cycles like a ceiling fan
President and I don't see the change n*gga
Obama, Osama, I see the same n*gga
Cops poppin' kids and they tell you be tame n*gga
Live blind, you gon' die by the flame n*gga
(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

[Verse 3: REASON]
Look, bop, bop, bop
Middle finger to the pigs, f*ck all these cops
From a block, n*gga sellin rocks just to make a dollar
b*tch sellin' twat to somebody's father
Oh sh*t, cold sh*t, all I hear is, "go b*tch, go b*tch"
Froze wrist, oh sh*t, coppers come around me, don't snitch
Del Amo takin' head shots, n*ggas won't miss, Eazii
[Verse 4: Eazii]
Theses n*ggas be lyin' I swear to my God that I'm done with the bullsh*t
I can't afford to be goin' to court on a capitol sentence
Del Amo the city, I die for my city, the gun I unloaded
She sellin' that powder and sellin' that pus*y, that's PP, no urine
If it wasn't for the haters I'd be ballin' like I'm Drake or somethin'
[?] steady cookin' like I'm makin' somethin'
They want to steal my gold but I doubt they ever take it from me (Never)
Bum-ass n*ggas always hate it when you make it
Hardest n*gga out but they will not give me credit (Credit)
Eazii never been a noodle, I don't like spaghetti ('Ghetti)
I fly and dressin' well, the gang is always prevyed
And there is only one I so don't tell me about Feddy Wop
All my n*ggas strapped they be ready for the apocalypse (Yeah, yeah)
Couple b*tches with they'll suck you till you out of it (Yeah, yeah)
Credit cards, dollar bills, they searchin' where you wallet is (Yeah, yeah)
Check 'em all, [?] and bring it back to poppa bear
Somebody tell Cassidy and tell him I'ma-, I'ma hustler
[?], always ready for my customers
She loyal, got money and a freak then I'll f*ck with her
Can't cook, no money, no weed, I ain't touchin' her
Lookin' like a million f*ckin' dollars when I pull up
You lookin' like you askin' for a dollar when you pull up
I hit the pus*y, make her want to holla when I pull up
You love the b*tch and always buy her flowers, that's tulips
They say they want bars so I'ma turn it up a notch
Whole team aimin' a beam, he got chicken pox
The guns you got don't even ring, they some replicas
Tomato squirted all over bread, are you catchin' up?
I swear I'm starin' my n*gga (n*gga), I swear I'm starin', my n*gga
[Outro: REASON]
Don't got me no choice, must go harder my n*gga
I was built to be fresh like a garden, my n*gga
Look, starvin' n*gga need a gut check
And you can better your bottom dollar that we up next
Hungry n*gga need a gut check
And you can bet your bottom dollar (Bottom dollar, bottom dollar)