Generational Talent

[Intro]
You are now listening to All The Things We Lost in the Fire Radio
Coming up next, the newest single from Reece Hughes
This one’s called “Generational Talent”, let’s go
A lot of niggas must’ve forgot who I was
Let me remind them real quick, yeah

[Verse 1]
When they listen to this shit, they know that we run the town
I feel like my pennies wise, you niggas 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 niggas rapping everything I’m overlasting
Catch him lacking, send him packing home
With a box of Captain Crunch, you little niggas 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

[Bridge]
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 nigga’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

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
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