Reign - FWC (Hard In The Paint) lyrics

[Overconfident Yawning] Man I swear I see these haters put they full court pressure in But Reign, you go harder in the paint than a Mexican (Verse) So keep on pressin' in, cause you're irrelevant I keep it so real, I bet I could go to hell and vent So watch the devil spit, fly as a pelican If life is a movie, my clips are an Uzi And I'm ‘bout to shoot an alternate end So go and scratch your head, and shoulders couldn't hold us I am the guardian, pushing these n***as like they was in strollers And it's over, cause we bout to annihilate anyone who oppose us I'm a poser? Come closer, and I'll show you the true imposter Look right in this mirror I'm holdin'… That's right I got the game on my shoulders But I am no Greg Oden, you n***as just upset Kobe Goin' hard in the paint like Odom, and if he get Grizzly, I'll Pau Gasol him Never been friendly, Golden State Warrior, your flow's cold, my sh**'s polar… So bear with me dog…and don't you bark at Reign This is my backyard, and I ain't never had no chain Just bands on my wrist…and so you know I split Like gymnasts when I'm finished, getting faded like my vintage Jeans, and so it seems, DreamTeam is just a triple play I'm getting these n***as a mic and a mirror so that they could watch just what they say Cause if these words were Glade, then I'd be quick to spray Just to clear the air…just to save the day Oh now they saying they ain't know I had it in me? Boy I got it, and I keep a back-up like a kidney f** the back-up, ain't nobody riding with me It's just me and my beamer, benz, or Fonzworth Bentley No really…I'm just in my city faded off the philly Driving something that my mom put the down payment on And no, I don't f** with pigs, every day is Ramadan But if you got beef, we'll get our filet mignon, look They call me Reign Lincoln…I'll never tell a lie My ex is saying that she couldn't find a better guy, damn… It's a little late for all that I'm with some chicks that's desperate to get their jaw jacked So I don't call back, I'm too busy f**ing up But I swear that missing you just hit me like an uppercut, but f** is up? I'm with some n***as with the best dro this side of the Mississippi That's for my n***a Glen Knutt riding with me and Nick We the sh**, so why y'all pissed? Cause you on a boat, and we on a ship? And we in the house, and you in a tent? She go both ways so she's on the fence “Touché,” “on guard,” now we on the fence (Fencing) Haha…yeah, that's word to young Dylan McCarter Lyrical slaughter, I promise this what the doctor ordered The water's uncharted, I'm trail blazing, Louis and Clark'n The mixtape is coming soon, I'm through with the talking