Bucky Dolla and Takeoff Music Group - Reach Out

You niggaz in trouble now
You know my area code
Worth all my weight up in gold
Soon as I get it, it's sold
We ain't the same, I broke out the mold
Mixing flavors from the new and the old
Know it's potent
This shit fresh off the stove
Took a trip just to change the agenda
Flew it back to get back in my mode
Turkey bags in the back of the rental
Break it down for my dawgs in the kennel
Feds lurking
Gotta watch my position
Meditation be protecting my mental
Go getta with the mind of a scholar
Ripping, running for that almighty dollar
Ain't no chasing that shit coming to me
Working magic like Im kin to a Potter
Tears dropping for my niggaz that's gone
At the top but I ain't make it alone
Trying to bring all my people that's with me
Middle fingers to the one that's against me
Lost soul, I was praying they'd get me
Got in my bag and went zero to sixty
Hard times
They ain't come here to last
Get rich or die, I was feeling like 50
Uh, Y'all niggas thought it was over
Till I put that chip on my shoulder
Tell God I'm playing Red Rover
So please send them blessings right over
Got wiser as I got older
Them bars still hit like a boulder
Be wise to watch what you say
My demons still looking for closure
Lost soul
I was praying they'd get me
Got in my bag and went zero to sixty
Hard times
They ain't come here to last
Get rich or die I was feelin like 50
Lost soul
I was praying they'd get me
Got in my bag and went zero to sixty
Hard times
They ain't come here to last
Get rich or die, I was feeling like 50

Written by:
Sean Beale

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