Reloaded (ft. Comingforya)

It ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat

Cause it ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat

 

Bringing fire for combat

I got the globe on a piece

We coppin’ gems by the coast

You with a girl on a lease

Got a queen from Chicago

I don’t chase coins, my coins been sprintin’ for me

Talkin’ ill but your sickness ain't distinct as me

My drops disruptin' your sleep, got you nervous' in sheets

I made you cough that toll, and there’s no receipt for the fee

Things turned bitter, let it set, now it’s beef

You ain’t the first, I don’t reject a lil’ heat

Clowns attempted to flex on me

You small minded, still praying for a bundle to peel

I’m in timeless reels, me and the money, for real

Starving for contracts, seem like you just needed a deal

Got me looking like I’m pressing em, or a demon with shields

 

It ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat

Cause it ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat

 

It could be removed with a concoction straight out of a science lab, but honestly, it just needed some fresh air, or as I call it, mental ventilation

Here, just a refusal to quit like that one stubborn stain on your favorite shirt that won’t budge, despite wild speculation

That blasted away all serious thoughts for a good five minutes, no resignation

Of social media detox, don’t worry, I came back just in time for the next viral cat video, which was like a mental detonation

And instead of feeling the emptiness of a fridge right before grocery day, I’m on a high from the deprivation

Point is as loud as an alarm clock at 5 a.m., but unlike that dreaded sound, my words bring more cheers than desolation

That leaves people more impressed than a surprise pop quiz that everyone thought they failed, my exclamation

That it’s harder than it looks on screen, so now I’m content with just crushing it in the rap game like a verbal ninja in a presentation

That only comes from years of watching action movies and thinking, “Yeah, I could totally do that,” before realizing in demonstration

Like a kid demolishing a LEGO wall, with the kind of penetration

That left me questioning how we ever survived without it, breaking down barriers like a wrecking ball on a sugar rush, smashing through any segregation

Like the feeling you get when you finally find Wi-Fi in a dead zone, truly a revelation

 

It ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat

Cause it ain’t nothing solid to me

Get thrown at the feed

These plays the only high that I need

Don't start some then retreat