Deuce Reece...Rap's Finest
Deuce Reece
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I'm raps finest With that mindset I feel like, you can call me the (call me the) Call me the (call me the) Yeah Call me the man cuz that's what I Am, Bolt like that runner The ol' head young rap god I Be super duper like I'm K Lamar Like oo Lamar always lookin' up to you Lamar And also Cole he like a stack of gold My role models I'm like oh God and I F*ck with them, and Ye? I rock with him No alcohol, not at all The drunken fellaz finna start the war When I'm whisk on whiskey I could slap a whore Was not my intention to crack her jaw Don't pass the jar the shit, got me fucked up Love me a girl like Kim K on a crop top I'm worth gold but could go with a bronze cup You tellin' me what not, cuz I give a f*ck, what? Got my, sneakers on My code to checkmate? The weaker pawns No daughters only f*ck with sleeker mom's My dick is deep down in Gina's gut Then the feds came, on a Wednesday I'm not moved gotta carry out my head game Shots fired I jump up her legs shake What a checkmate, guess I'm livin' out my best days I'm raps finest (rap) With that mindset (that) I feel like (feel like) I'm the baddest (I'm the) That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your) All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the) Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving? He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh The blacker the, berry (berry) The sweeter the, cherry (cherry) I'll take a piss in a juice jar if you let me Sippin' henny eatin' corn with some red meat On a text spree tell my bestie she sexy If you let me you'll be dead cuz I'm deadly That Celestine nigga dumb and he petty I'd never trust these dudes actin' friendly That's why a box I keep all my secrets in The hostess cooch I put my ticket in The older you get the weak innit I'm done with jokes but I'm still kiddin' You see this rap shit, I live in it Wake up on rhyme schemes I sleep in it Into the coochie I breed in it Spittin' bars innit, I'm goin' hard innit And goin' on my road To the top finna reach my goals Gotta go about it nigga on my own Gotta go about it, all about all alone On a solo run, a hollow one Goin' all day until tomorrow comes Nigerian ol' head the holy son Crown on my head I be only one I'm raps finest (rap) With that mindset (that) I feel like (feel like) I'm the baddest (I'm the) That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your) All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the) Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving? He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh Wait a minute, wait (wait) Take a picture, take one (take one) Look in the mirror, look in it And check out that makeup for the night grind Cuz you gotta hit the party, to collect your money Shawty with the body, booty like a trolley Lookin' like her mommy bet she a naughty one She pop pills like the molly one Hol' up, enough of the bitch rap And saying this that, sounding like a weak ass Rapper, though I know that I kill that shit Could not believe that shit, but now I see that shit The number one rapper I gotta be that shit Askin' why I say that nigga? I can see that shit In ten years I be all up on the recap shit I'll be like me back shit, was smokin' weed back shit A fly nigga, yo that is my nigga I'm my nigga, you wanna know why nigga? I'm like a pimped caterpillar a butterfly nigga Bars go hard gotta be underlined nigga, nigga That's why they call me raps finest Cuz I eat the beat with that mindset Ima be the greatest I'm honest Put an album out fill my pockets You think that was cool? Of course I do bitch I'm raps finest (rap) With that mindset (that) I feel like (feel like) I'm the baddest (I'm the) That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your) All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the) Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving? He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh (Laughs) Nigga I thought I told you to open the damn register Damn man let shit go (damn nigga let me open this shit) What the f*ck six motherfuckin' drunk bottles nigga Where all the money at man f*ck that Nigga f*ck that uhhh Goddamn
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