JID, REASON, Isaiah Rashad - Extinct lyrics

Yeah i'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just, damn yeah, yeah

I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
Son,  how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Don't try to hold that
You can't control that
I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla
Then I got the throwback i used to ride it
The Honda that was black as Kodak
And I recall it, like a
Picture, that is, really, that's sick
Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin'
And "Zay, 'fore you leave, Can you
Fuck me in the mirror, yeah?"
Baby, I got too many bitches
Not to mention them
Hoes, I don't even know they names
But they be feelin' it tough
They wanna touch me like
Under covers and anacondas
Before you fuckin' go purchase
Your Gary Paytons i'm really not everybody
Sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy
You shouldn't fuck with these niggas
We was the reckless

Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored
Rich from the poor drunk, high
Stumblin' off the shit's and record
Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Zay, I don't agree what you talkin'
I ain't no regular
Fuck you think they callin' me
"Him?" I'm a competitor
Levelin', young veteran
More lines than editors
Shit, why you think we
Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh
I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn
Say somethin' slick
We on your line like a family plan
I used to throw up gang signs
Out my granny new van
Just some young hood niggas with no
Guidance like Drake and Chris
My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pen
My new chick always say she
Ain't no basic bitch
Well, tell me why we always argue
Over basic shit? That's crazy
2020, we can burn one
I done took way too many Ls
And I ain't earned some
No more buyin' bags for bitches
That can't afford one
No more gettin' brain from bitches
That I can't learn from
Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
To now a bunch of niggas
And bitches with all gimmicks
Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit
(That's my baby, haha) this shit screwed up
(Oh) , I stayed the same like grenades
When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up
(Look)

I used to ride through the six with my boys
Kick in your door
Psychoanalysis, I feel like Sigmund Freud
Video vixen, she copped her
Tit's from the store, said
"Damn, they don't make 'em like this a "
Bitch, you are doorbell dumb
Lookin' from crumbs in the cracks of
A couch in a mad house
I laugh out loud at shit I'm mad 'bout
Cash cow or mad cow if I ever cashed out
Backpedals and tackles just turn
Into the rap route
Mac robbin' niggas with MACs
After he maxed out called him again
Minimum chance he get back out
Scope and a lens
We was kids with bubble wrap
Oblivious to the fact the candy
Lady was a trap house
Slidin' through the city
I'm like Sly and the Stones
I got the fam and the blicky
If you're eyein' me wrong
Told the cop, "It ain't the fifties
I'll pop this chrome
And I will not be wrong" next stop we home
(yeah)

With gin I'm in some pussy
I was knee deeper than Funkadelics
I am legend
That explain all the will that a nigga carry
Talkin' real big wheel like Ferris
Top that shit from the greatest
Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent
REASON

I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored
Rich from the poor drunk, high
Stumblin' off the shit's and record
Video vixen, she copped her
Tit's from the store, said
"Damn, they don't make 'em like this a "
Don't wanna hold on to somebody
Who I cannot trust
You've seen that I have been
Trying since the very beginning
Then the situation gets a little worse
(yeah) , and I try to forget
And then it gets a little worse
And I try to forget
You gon' keep adding people?
Soulful (yeah, yeah)