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Reasons (feat. Mozzy, G Perico & Bobby Luv)

Gimme hella reason

I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one

Gimme hella reason

I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one

Against everybody tryna be one

My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'emHey it's Philthy nigga, look

Everybody wanna be a gangsta till gangsta shit happen

But nigga, only gangsta shit you know is gangsta rappin'

Salute the old Berner, yeah Lil' D back

These rat niggas slippin' through loopholes and cracks

Rest in peace to the jack, I was mobbing on my rack

Did my time at Santa Rita, stayed silent, came back

Can't reduce my name in their nigga paperwork

Left them suckers on the circus, they was playing with the turf

I've been stylin' since birth, trap in silence at the work

Putting milies on the skrt, fuck college it didn't work

I said we ain't done fucked with perks

Believe in God but don't go to church

Angle monitor would've curved

Being the best could be a curse

Gimme hella reason

I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one

Against everybody tryna be one

My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'emYeah, I be all night wishin' nigga was shit

Hatin' the cup of cereal that's her share

And then fifty copper bullets, and I was there

A lot I love nigga 'cause he went stage

Bitch voice stands by me for the wood chips

Fifty K diamonds that's the cook brick

Her riches, ballin' on on Babi Arnette

A plan on our downfall, we ain't fallin yet

Laurel Hibachi's on my lane and they all there

We taggin' up yo big toe when niggas talk way

True sum, my shoulders accepting all bends

Kick his ass well done, now it's raw flesh

Gimme hella reason

I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one

Against everybody tryna be one

My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'emRapsheet full of gun cases, twenty five, four hunnid

Before I see the judge I'm bailin' out with all money

Get my bitch from the line to come get me

That AMG kick skrrt when I'm floatin' through the city

Don't ask why I do that, bitch I'm gangsta

In 30 South Central, where your own homies try to stink ya

Niggas made me a beast, from the honeyside East

Kick dope, guns spray y'all over my street

I'm just a ballin' ass, get a wass

Jheri curl back, left side, blue rag

Niggas get to politicin'

Get out my way I need a billion

Gimme a reason I got too many killas, it's GGimme hella reason

I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one

Against everybody tryna be one

My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em

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