Extinct (Extended)

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Yeah I'm just sayin' that, yeah I just, damn Ahem Yeah, yeah I take my licks in the storm— [Verse 1: REASON & Joey Bada$$] That storm headed, them doors severed Fly around the chicken, I'm more breaded, my Lord better Success in the air, my pores said it They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it Hopped in the Rolls, 2020, lock and I load "Pop Shit" explode Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control" My music connect with the people And bridgin' like the top of thе nose Soul, let 'em know 'bout thеm blocks that we rose from Legend in my city, must acknowledge it I hustle 'fore I fight, head down, Nate Robinson, wait Similar to Nate 'cause we was runnin' from Jakes while makin' plates I'm gettin' bread still You niggas runnin' in place, I'm tryna treadmills Monte had to sit down, so fuck the feds still Got out, mansion in Victorville We from the gutter, nigga, all day So now, it's ghetto ponytails, nigga, we've come a long way REAS' (Look, ugh) [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$ & WESTSIDE BOOGIE] Niggas want my old shit (Ooh), buy my old album (Yeah) And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep the outcome" I put a X right beside his name like Malcolm And give his head to the nigga that he stole his style from (Heee, brrt, brrt) I got a list of niggas to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom) Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one (Not one) I ain't playin' with these niggas, but they still is my sons And fuck your top five if I ain't your top one (Ooh) These raps written in blood I got lit off the buzz (Uh-huh), know how I'm feelin' this bud (Right) I'm the king of my city (Facts), and I can feel all the love (Uh-huh) There ain't nobody to trust (Nope), if niggas ain't one of us (Nah) I see through the poker face, dawg, I'm callin' his bluff I shine like a multifaceted gem in the rough I'm passionate with every pen that I touch (Uh-huh) It's like I wrote this shit in cursive (What else? Right) God MC flow (Woo), nigga, these is Bible verses (God, yeah) The feature fee won't include the hearses (No) Same thing you gifted with is what you’ll be cursed with (What?) Soul-searchin' 'til my flow's perfect or I’m lyin’ in the morgue Thinkin', "Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore" (Yeah, yeah, ugh) [Verse 3: WESTSIDE BOOGIE] Who left the bricks on the floor? We too big on the boards, whoa Smooth nigga, off the bench, I'ma score I could hit a million hoes that's legit, but I'm sure They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore Who let these kids in the door? You was 'posed to keep it closed Now, they in here throwing stones and break the window to my soul Ain't no remote chance in Hell I ever let 'em get control, ugh I surf the 'Gram and see the wave you niggas rode Go to the board for the lesson I'll be transparent with you, just don't be projecting Who taught you to be armed and use your guard as a weapon? Who told you hit your shell every time you feel threatened? You know that I been stressed, I smoked a quarter by afternoon I walk with a attitude I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude Like, what I gotta do to make you tap in? I might fuck around, start beefing with my rap friends Fuck you, REASON [Verse 4: Denzel Curry] Before we roam, let me go back to the start 'Cause art imitates life, and life imitates art Once we start to dive in this knowledge and this wisdom They gon' always wanna box us in like it's cubism Knew about Picasso before I was a snot-nose Before I had a pot to piss in, and 'fore a hot stove Pressure is like walking across hot coal I'm cooler than a North Face in Norway, Oslo Everybody on this track is known to slay shit JID gave me a reason to snap on Zay shit Toy with my emotions, I am not one to play with I'm rapping with these Top Dawgs to chill with my down bitch That is no lie, I'm a nice guy and a wiseguy With a bright mind, fresh out of Muay Thai Don't like to beef with niggas 'cause they all pie Only time they really caught a body was in Far Cry Try to bring the Grammy to the crib, that's it Why die to be a legend when I live that shit? You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits Because sooner or later, you gon' ride my dick Icarus if I fall off, but I'ma soar Like a sprained ankle when I landed on the floor If you don't like the song, here's the exit door 'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore [Verse 5: Jack Harlow] Bitch, we've been bored, I wish we could tour Girl, you need Christ, not Christian Dior Why you keep tryn' take pics with me for? Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore A white boy broke her heart back in high school Now she told me she ain't taking white dick anymore— "Damn, are you sure?" Cry when she don't get her way— "Damn, are you four?" Stole her heart, now I'm tryna slide in the getaway The game chose me, baby, I didn't get a say I done watched a lot of rappers rise and disintegrate Paid attention to the styles I'm finna demonstrate: This is how you do it, man World's getting too insane, turned a check into a chain Tuggin' on her NuvaRing, we are not the same If you fuckin' with my crew, then you got the right brothers, like we flew a plane Don't ask me about it, let your boo explain [Verse 6: REASON] Look, say she don't know REAS', that shit too insane Old school, put my shorty on Biggie like Pootie Tang, do your thing Cap in all the raps, that shit won't stop Rest in peace, Breonna Taylor; her killers, they should've knocked Wait, Jack, I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry Talking real big wheel like Ferris Top, that's it from the greatest Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON [Outro: Isaiah Rashad, REASON, JID] I take my licks in the storm, bitch, do me raw Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn' Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said ("Damn, they don't make 'em like this a—")