Reach Lyrics - Singles - Martin Sky

[Verse 1: Martin $ky] 

Boy I swear I've been up on my own shit 

Boy I swear I think that we the coldest 

Made the hottest shit comin' from the city right now 

If you ain't know it now you better take notice 

And I'm in my own lane, I don't fuck with you niggas 

My circle's so small and it's full of guerillas 

I baby these niggas, hats off to your city 

Keep your pussy ass beats, I ain't fuckin' with the little niggas 

Blindfolded, see through the bullshit 

BCC from the scene, take a sec for you to see me 

Tryna put a label on me, people couldn't read me 

It's a shame you don't listen way harder cause it's easy 

Holler with the dollars if you need me 

Niggas really livin' and I'm shit I'm yellin' "mothafuck a freebie" 

Knee deep in a damn beat In the chorus so steep 

Tryna eat and the grind finna feed me, uhh 

They shit don't bang like my shit 

Flow through them vibes on your lonesome 

This beat that autopilot 

Too cool for the new school, class is in session 

Get left way behind when I write this 

And the spliff get rolled by the minute now 

That you mention it, hold up finna light this 

You can find me walking down state with my head high 

You already know a nigga hittin' tokes 

Look up in the mirror I see red eyes 

Blue flame got a nigga floatin' in a smoke 

New wave got niggas floatin' in a boat 

Niggas mad they they hatin' all on the low 

And she came with the drama, had to let her go 

I've been killin' for a minute if you didn't know 

[Pre-Hook: Martin $ky] 

They don't wanna see a nigga win 

They don't wanna see a nigga eat 

They don't wanna let a nigga in 

They like, then a young nigga gotta reach 

I ain't even trippin' off that 

A nigga threw racks in the game, got it back 

Now everywhere I go they know a nigga name before I ever said it 

"God damn how he do it, how the boy get on the map?" 

[Hook: Martin $ky] (x4) 

They said that I couldn't, I can and I did it 

(They said that I couldn't, I can and I did it) 

[Verse 2: Saba] 

Still hit the curb when I'm parkin', I only get coal out the fossil 

Grew up round laws and the silence, everybody thought they was Scarface 

But me I don't bang I don't partake, but I'm still too real to be called fake 

My ex's still going through heartache, cause I keep shit flippin' like Hardy 

Boys [?] in this Harley 

Noise, pivot, prolly pull up in the party 

But, that's why niggas bitin', they just copy 

Up, but them niggas hardly, us 

That fat lady sing in falsetto for niggas 

It's all said an done, that's for nothin' my nigga 

They all gassed up, but it's all petrol and pitiful 

I'm hood like a gyro, so pico de gallo 

Red out the gun, it's a start 

Put that on my mom and my pop 

I heard they throwin' shots 

Well I be on my arm like a lock 

So if you 'bout it meet me at the front 

Young, legend in the making 

So Michael Jackson I lead to heavens way 

So Jesse Jackson I'm dressed in all black 

I'm a black information with bros like the Wayans 

I'll go Super Saiyan 

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook] (x4)