[Intro] Yoh, Yoh 2018, BET Reece, Nasty Happy Birthday Weezy New wave, New wave [Verse 1: Shane Eagle] Ayow it's Eagle Muhf**er Easy with the hating Came into the game you see how we elevating Knew my day would come i just had to be patient I just had to be the greatest Never sold my soul to satan Put the blunt down Pick the pen up Put them K's down Bring them M's up Kids running to me cause i got the answers b**hes running to me cause they know I'm handsome If they don't k** me I'll rule the world or something Rob the world bank Split it with my girl or something I think it's Weezy Then it's Eagle Then it's Earl or something Other n***as can't hang like they girls or something f** all these n***as i know they can't handle me Know I'm too much Know it's the sanity Do not abide by laws of gravity Talk to the guys Know they understanding I'm seeing them numbers I'm seeing them codes Feeling the soul Feeling them bones Think I'm lonely Think i need a f**ing place to call home They aint whack then borderline Sober and Immortalized They can trap my body But you know they can't control the mind Yeah I know these n***as cannot f** with me I'm 173 but these n***as look up to me I'm gone Ghost [Verse : 2 Nasty C] Ivyson IVY IVY yeah I gave you a life now you acting boujie on me You were never fresh You were dry and you were lonely I put you on my back when your life was moving slowly I made you say goodbye to polony I came You came Friends came Right, right I came, You Came, Sexing every night,night Life changed, you changed all because you like things You the reason i can't trust a girl more than the process god yes, f** right, I'm god blessed (yeah) I must be a replica of progress Every evening i jump outta bed and say i got this Work my a** off And hit the sack around five ish Nightmares, nightmares Don't touch the light switch Don't you, judge me I know it's childish but my second home I almost died there Gas tried ish Third house i could've died there, almost got shot there This house i almost committed suicide in So i do anything that make me feel alive ish Like i get a piece of a** that's a piece of cake Grabbing that in one hand While the other holds a mic I know someone set me up just like a app What is that? n***as ran up in my house without a mask Dressed in black That's when it get real You wouldn't ask sh**, in your past All i heard was click-clack Laid flat, know we at... But I walked out alive God's eye watching over me I went to hell they sent me back saying overheat I'm telling you the devil can't get over me Ivyson religion putting bars down on my Rosaries Icon Unicorn Real life OMG "Daddy where you going?" "Out shopping for some hoveries" Rappers is my sons and you know my sons gotta eat Rappers is my daughters they got ovaries Gucci in my pocket Loui in the closet Gucci in the closet Cause you be in the closet I be with your posse Acting outta pocket Tall racks diet Just back was in brokley [Verse: 3 A-Reece] Yeah, okay (Ivyson) Yeah look Everyone a dope rapper till I rap after Bigger mansion every year Because I own masters I got all my n***as in there and they screaming f** at them You got big because of favours now you owe rappers You aint even as big as my photographer You tweet threads I post pics with no captions One of the few to use music to get traction I don't need a PR team to get this ish happening Getting money every week I don't do sabbath I'm a loose cannon A-Reece or A-Reaper Back with two caskets Flows make boats float no life jacket Earlobes froze call these ice packets You can get a close look It's like the ice cracking Get hate but the hate get no reaction On top of that right now Hip Hop is Kwaito put in closed brackets (Yoh! yoh!) How did that happen?