Video Fear No Man de A Reece 2025 Rap Lyrics

A Reece - Fear No Man Lyrics

[Intro: A-Reece]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah

[Verse 1: Ex Global]
Yeah, he chose her, but she chose me
Yeah, he don't love her, she always lonely
All the haters, it's hard to know me
But I go like I'm Kobe
I've been waiting so you can show me, that you can
All I know you phone me
All those racks, all those hits
All that shit I've never had
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
And now I'm booming like I'm Metro, like I got a deal
He know I'm gone, I hope you take the time to really heal
And now I'll suffer untill the time you come up to the hills
[Verse 2: I.M.P THA DON]
It's all about you, you, you and the shit that you do, yeah
It's all about you and the people you choose to be around you, yeah
It's all about you and paying your dues
Man, it's all about movement
Yeah, its all about you and the shit that you prove
My nigga just do it, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours (Boy it's yours)
We've been 'bout it, I ain't switching on my dogs (On my dogs)
We done made it from the bottom, nigga, we on, yeah
I ain't never going back, nigga, we gone (Nigga we gone, yeah)

[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
[Verse 3: Krish]
Got these Nicki-ass bitches out for me
No, I can't move like that, I hope they won't be cuffin me
Got me a chosen few, a young nigga maneuvers properly
Yeah, can't believe it
They all around me getting too close, they all tryna take a picture
Yeah, pose for the camera
Click that shit, don't make me who I am (No)
That shit don't make me real, that shit don't make a young nigga Krish
Knew I'm a star, back when they ain't knew who we are
Snakes, they hissing from a far
Stay prayed up, I hope they starve

[Verse 4: Wordz]
Fear no men, but God himself
Still the hottest on this shit
First tape went number two and a young nigga ain't rest yet
I get it, why these shy niggas steady out here clout fishing
I get it, why these these bitches teaming up
Steady trying to pull missions
Yeah, they ain't got banking accounts
They ain't got realing amounts
That's what they tripping about, yeah
You know I had vision about
We taking different route
Thank God we figured it out
[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah

[Outro: A-Reece]
Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours
Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours