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REASON
Look this time it's darker ni*ga
This for the soul
Figure this sh*t 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 ni*ga, sh*t
There's always money demands brotha
I done came from the bottom, stuck to the hustle
My ni*gas like ponytails we came from the struggle
Ni*ga look how I grew
My ni*ga 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 bi*ches
Learned lessons, so **** ni*gas
Ni*gas speak behind your back
Don't associate if you even gotta ask did he hate
That's Puff dissin'
Determination like good pu*sy, I dug in it
And look what came from it
It ain't the best if it ain't got my f*ckin' name on it
There you have it