handshakes' (feat. GINI')
Reg Mason
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Clean living in my head space If life get visceral, I blow your top off, give it dead space Ain't no hearts in this industry, it's handshakes Ain't no hearts in this industry, it's handshakes And they tell me good things coming, just wait My future too sacred I'm dreaming big house with down payments, bank statements, thick hoes with slim faces Gotta keep the eggs white like Seg'gation I been at this for a minute, this that bumpin' on Burnet Ave, freestyling with GINI' I was 16, tryna write a sixteen, clutching all my pennies So you gotta understand me, get my shot then I ain't missing This that jersey boy grit, this that Jason Kidd Bring it home to my brothers, I'm the fucking kid I just gotta give y'all the heat first Dry shit, no reverb The illest outta jersey since Latifah Get it out the mud, that's a field day had to stand tall on my word Money short, but my bills paid Guess I gotta flirt, 'cause lusting over money is a curse Ain't no love in this industry, it's handshakes And I grew from the dirt this garden state kid yo He's so talented since birth You gotta hear these niggas from Jerz', they rapping over anything Sickest motherfuckers that you heard Flow so timeless, beat so mindless This style so mean that I could shop out your closet Walk in like give me that shit and that shit I'll take that May I suggest, don't expect that shit back Whatever I send, expect facts, think about that I got the biggest ego in the room, ran a campaign and then boom, assassination I killed everybody now, the room is so spacious On a daily basis, they want you to cook up a win but don't want you to make it Now I'm on TV, now I'm on Jerry, might see me on Wendy But still don't got time to sit here and entertain ya (Uh-huh) Get it out the mud, that's a field day had to stand tall on my word Money short, but my bills paid Guess I gotta flirt, 'cause lusting over money is a curse Ain't no love in this industry, it's handshakes Handshakes, I slam the bag right through the door like Rampage Get the fucking message, we here to cause an outrage And I'll say we stepfather features, they don't wanna see us So switch up your demeanor, we don't believe you Yeah, you need more people Getting sacrilegious with a Jewish diva She sit on my dick, like sitting Shiva Get the misdemeanor, f*ck around and get your peoples beat up Just cause you looked at me wrong I blow a doobie on ya city we the new Cheech and Chong And no, you can't respond I could be the first person that you play with And you be the first to be gone Ayo Curt, come reverse this shit like Replay de Pon Cool shit we on Absolutely, bitch I'm Dijon BANG Everybody get the fu Shut the f*ck up, stop with all the screaming We can all go home as long as you all stay calm Simple question: eeny, miney, who the first to catch this fade? Reg Mace, it was written in my palm Handshakes
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Written by: Ginika Onwuegbu, Reginald Mason
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