NOW

[Intro: Reece Rowan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh ,uh
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
(R-R-R-R-Reece on the track)

[Verse 1: Reece Rowan]
I’m out of my mind and I’m up above
I’m trying to find what I’m fucking up
I’m spacey and I’m disassociating feeling nothing I’m numb time to knuckle up
It’s time to punch shit with a balled up fist full of pain and anguish
In my brain is hatred for all you fucks who think you can look at my friends and then bully 'em like it’s lunch
We misfits, we don’t fit in
Take no shit
Make new friends
I’m not the type you mistake for a bitch
You better not slip when Reece Rowan present
You best believe that i’m bringing a gift, no more surprises my fists or the stick
My girl is on me and she tryna saddle me
You cannot rattle me not can you shackle me
Dodging police tell my ops I’m at Apple Bees
You cannot catch me off guard also baffle me
You cannot tackle me
I am 20 steps ahead of anyone who tries to come after me and tries and battle me
I got spartan all up in my anatomy
Please don’t get mad at me for the fatality of rapper’s salaries
After I kill 'em in the booth we move to the ring and I knock out their tooth for a fallacy
I’m not angry person but when i am there is no one as mad as me
Actually, I make these moves very happily and they’re still elaborately planned
I’ve truly got a third a hand
In every decision your majesty’s in

[Bridge: Reece Rowan, Abstract Inspector & Eisenberg]
(Biatch)
Yo y'all need to hear this right now
(Yo what's up homie)
I had a motherfucker try to tell me
(Tell you what)
That I was better when I was passive
(Who?)
When I was letting people walk all over me?
(What the fuck)
Fuck no, fuck you
(You gotta be aggressive as a fucking bear bro)
Fuck everything you stand for bitch
(Nah that's fucked up fuck him)
This the new me bitch fuck you
(Fucking bitch)
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Reece Rowan]
Yah, yah, yah ,yah
I ain’t caught no one talking shit or they’d be right in a fucking casket
Driving and weaving like it was making a fucking basket
Catch 'em and feed 'em to the tigers like I’m Carol Baskin
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn
Doing this shit and I’m fluent in it
I'm moving this shit like there’s lube in this shit
Like crazy hair only stay with the the clips
They on my shit, crunch em like chips
Once I make M's, they gonna flip
They a mattress, they a mattress
Never slow I’m not molasses
Moving out to Calabasas
I'm ambitious and impassive
Got head aches I need my glasses
Pop Advil then hit my classes
Doing work but barely passing
Come home and record some gas shit

[Outro: Reece Rowan]
Pockets full of this shit when the time comes y'all can grab it
Yeah we all gon' be rich imma buy cars for all of my clique
I’m still tryna be humble speak softly carry a big stick
That's why imma always stay strapped never know when people selfish
They gon' steal food right out my mouth but I'm still famished
Eating everything I’m ravenous all the food it's vanished
I hope that when I’m gone y’all didn’t take me for granted
At the end of this I Am Legend no Will Smith