Generational Talent

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Coming up next, the newest single from Reece Hughes

This one’s called “Generational Talent”, let’s go

A lot of **** must’ve forgot who I was

Let me remind them real quick, yeah

When they listen to this shit, they know that we run the town

I feel like my pennies wise, you **** is weaker clowns

Money in my swimming pool, I just might fucking drown

You applying pressure, but love us everytime we come around

Keeping bitches on they knees like Colin Kaepernick

Capping, these **** rapping everything I’m overlasting

Catch him lacking, send him packing home

With a box of Captain Crunch, you little **** is my lunch

We could have some brunch, you be doing too much

Got my team on my back, I’m Kobe in the clutch

Don’t touch my bros, on the scene and I’ll leave you dead

I don’t play around, fuck with me and leave a whole lotta red

Peace sign, I’m a deity they give me offerings

Coming for the crown, I’m at your throat like some lozenges

I could never work no office shit

Got these haters coming out as fans like they was closeted

Strapped to the back of a fucking rocketship

Cause I’m taking off and there’s no other way of stopping it

And they act like they don’t acknowledge him

Don’t talk about me when your girl’s all collagen, bitch

I’m a motherfucking generational talent

Like if you can’t see that then you’re blind, you’re blind to the vision

Look bro, this is all the things we lost in the fire

So I’m taking all these ****’s shits, and I’m fucking burning it

Cause it’s trash, it’s worthless, it’s not, it’s not on my level

It’s not what we are

2020 my whole life changed

Watching people walk in and out, things get rearranged

Feeling all of this damn pain, overthinking as I pour another glass of champagne

It’s a different time frame

It’s insane, I say this as switch lanes

Riding in a Mustang, people telling me you must hang

With the greats, sorry I’ll be late

New girl on the way, wouldn’t wanna miss my date

Got a white boy with me, look like Timmy Chalamet

Tell your mom that I love her and I ask about her day

Uh, you can see it my face

I ain’t lyin’ bout shit, I am of no disgrace

They wanna bring me down in this shit, just cause my race

Told em it’s like cookies and cream we all relate

Tryna me rush at my shit, do it at my own pace

Tryna me rush at my shit, do it at my own pace

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