Reserve Video (MV)

(Verse 1)
Bitch i'm the hottest, (SSS Hot)
Bread all inside of my safe but i'm living modest,
(I'm living mod... Aye)
Niggas less focused on aim and more on the target,
(This a real sho... Aye)
I'll be more willing to spray but this here a shotty,
(Blat, Aye)
Lately I been on a wave and no one can stop me,
Stop me from paving the ways, (Ways)
Back on the road on my waze, (Waze)
I'm on a mission I cannot be out here daydreaming,
And want better days,
On it til I hit the grave,
Too late to be getting saved
Rather than letting my niggas go serving the curve,
I'll make sure they straight,

(Hook)
And that's my word,
(That's my word, aye)
F*ck what you think and what you heard,
Niggas out here feeding birds,
They never learn,
But we out to see them M's in our reserve,
Bitch that table got reserved,
Damn, The f*cking nerve,
One more drink gon put me on the verge,
(On the Verge) Then I swerve,
I never learn,
But I'm out to see them M's in our reserve,
(Our Reserve) Then i'm out

(Verse 2)
Like its in federal,
But no ain't no dealings with federal,
Who checking inspecting my pockets,
On peeping the stash knowing its several,
Move in silence i'm ducking the interview,
Move in silence cause I am not into you,
Oh yeah shawty could beg for my number,
And barely come over she good for a hit or two,
On to bigger endeavors,
Noticed how niggas be flipping their bread
Bout to get it together,
Many niggas way into the beef,
But they be forgetting the lettuce,
Undercover be up in our chest,
Expecting we sticking to checkers,
But i'm flipping the script
And i'm running this shit as the newest director
For the better,

(Hook)
And that's my word,
(That's my word, aye)
F*ck what you think and what you heard,
Niggas out here feeding birds,
They never learn,
But we out to see them M's in our reserve,
Bitch that table got reserved,
Damn, The f*cking nerve,
One more drink gon put me on the verge,
(On the Verge) Then I swerve,
I never learn,
But I'm out to see them M's in our reserve,
(Our Reserve) Then i'm out

(Verse 3)
My word in stone now,
No more circles meet at a point like a cone now,
If you say you down then get down like you prone now,
Know my niggas tight like a fabric when it's sewn now,
Looking at the picture black and white monochrome now,
Make it or not,
Run up a million or shake up the block,
Run up a mill or get put in a box,
That ain't the plot,
Talking bout taking this Miami boy up from poverty
Saving up dollars for years under modesty,
Partially feds out here watchin' em,
But they ain't stopping em, why?
Maybe its cause of of stigma that if he a nigga,
He probably not doing legit,
Or maybe it's cause of the fact if they run in the crib,
And it's nothing i'm making a grip,
I said that i'm hot for a reason the furthest from tepid,
I'm built like the sun cause i'm lit,
My spot is submitted forever for good and for better,
They know i'm not destined to quit.

(Outro)
Aye, And that's my word,
F*ck what you think and what you heard Motherf*cker, Bow!