[Intro: Shane Eagle]
Yo, Yo
2018, BET
Reece, Nasty
Happy Birthday Weezy
New wave, New wave

[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Ayow it's Eagle Muhfucker, 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
Bitches running to me cause they know I'm handsome
If they don't kill 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
Fuck all these n***as I know they can't handle me
Know I'm too much
Know it's insanity
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 fucking place to call home
They ain't 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 fuck 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 bougie 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, fuck right, I'm god blessed (yeah)
I am a spitting replica of progress
Every evening i jump outta bed and say i got this
Work my ass 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 gastritis
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 ass 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 shit, 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 hoeveries
Rappers is my sons and you know my sons gotta eat
Rappers is my daughters they got ovaries
Gucci in my pocket, Louis in the closet
Coochie in the closet, 'cause you be in the closet
I be with your posse, acting outta pocket
Tall racks diet, just backwoods and 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 fuck at them
You got big because of favours, now you owe rappers
You ain't 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 closer 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?