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REASON
Look this time it's darker nigga
This for the soul
Figure this shit out
Look
It's hard to handle the tragedy God givin' me
I mix revenge with apple juice and Hennessey
Combine that with a lost friend and memories
And there you have it, create a deadly savage
Boy this a story of young'ns who grew up with automatics
That made a living with robbin' like Paula Patton, uh
See this is what happens when there's money demand my nigga, shit
There's always money demands brotha
I done came from the bottom, stuck to the hustle
My niggas like ponytails we came from the struggle
Nigga look how I grew
My nigga shoulder to shoulder with me like crowded rooms
The blessings came raining down like showers do
I accept everything God gave me: The good, bad, the ugly
Lot of work to show a little growth, the flow's scruffy
So when I'm done I rather say I'm deservin' of it than lucky
Reason is standing on his own two
I used to be the guy but now I step out, fly
That's Clark Kent in the phone booth
Workin' hard to say that I got it
Boy, I'm tryna go from Dada to Prada, K-Swiss to Balenciagas
We work hard for most, weren't much given
I came up off Fila jackets and lunch tickets
Going broke, doing music, the grind harder than shell toes
Treat it like velcro, we stuck with it
From a bucket getter to a tough spitter
I earned blessings to duck bitches
Learned lessons, so fuck niggas
Niggas speak behind your back
Don't associate if you even gotta ask did he hate
That's Puff dissin'
Determination like good pussy, I dug in it
And look what came from it
It ain't the best if it ain't got my fuckin' name on it
There you have it
