LYRIC
[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Soul
REASON
Yeah, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah-yeah
Look (Look)
[Verse 1]
In world full of talented talent, there’s still beginners
We work to stand out, it panned out, we became them niggas
Team of Avengers, ironic, showed up with vision
Hard work and persistence, look “Reason” that definition
I came for it, shit was in mind, mentally inkin’ my name on it
Put the pride to the side, niggas had vision and stayed on it
Fuck if the fame on it, this love, nigga
Made it out without havin’ to bе a thug nigga
Smellin’ nicotine, codeinе, killers and drug dealers
Came accustom to it, mix that with direction
We created struggle music, so when Murphy’s Law kick in
Get grittin’, we hustle through it, this real, nigga, the feel different
Never told a pair of lies, crazy, I don’t feel niggas
Back next to the wall, transform and I Bradley Beal niggas (Nigga)
Shoot through it like Duke Nukem with mills
Pictures painted of forgotten times
Sittin’ on some bars, let ’em starve
Now they’re writin’ lines, I been sick with it (Uh)
Script flippin’ more than promiscuous thick women (Uh)
So, please don’t compare me to niggas, this shit different
REASON rather be mentioned with ‘Pac and the big niggas
Rest in peace, nigga, no frontin’, do it for the soul of it
Niggas used to tell me I was aimin’ too high
Shad Moss niggas only claimin’ they fly
This is Bruce Wayne spirit, starin’ Bane in his eyes
Carson up on the rise, nigga, this ain’t a surprise
Soul
[Break]
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[Verse 2]
I think you niggas had me fucked up for waitin’ so long
In turn, we need it now when the patience is on
I feel like Scott Summers when the lasers is on
I see everything red and everything dead and everything scared
I sat and spoke to Dot, and I listened to everything said
I mean, everything
So much that when it’s not said, I hear it
Like, when the nigga laughed, I heard him mock a nigga spirit
Like “You’ll never get there,” well, now
Look, I’m on Top and I’m near it (So near it, so close, so close)
In other words, I tricked myself to stay famished
But be humble and take balance, repetitive, I need challenge
I need you new niggas to please do somethin’ to excite a nigga
Get in their brain or just say somethin’ to spite a nigga
Shit, ’cause I been gettin’ bored (Bored)
Just chillin’, throwin’ darts at the wall
Dreamin’ of the GOATs and how my name not involved
I’m havin’ issues with that, what issues?
I’m havin’ issues ’cause I ain’t finished
I’m havin’ issues ’cause I’m still repentin’
I’m havin’ issues ’cause I’m still a nigga
I’m havin’ issues ’cause Musa King keep preachin’
You can’t move around solo no more, you gettin’ bigger
Yeah, I been gettin’ bigger
So much bigger that my ego see my body
And it’s strugglin’ to fit up in it
Top screamin’, “Patience, my nigga”
But this industry keep playin’ with a nigga, I see y’all playin’
See jokes about South Africa REASON, now it seem real
See jokes about how I’m not really with Top and I’m with Dreamville
Niggas pronounce my name wrong, tell me that I ain’t did much
See y’all mistake my name for Logic’s, y’all got me fucked up
How you compare a nigga that take from the culture
Versus a nigga that’s for it? This shit gettin’ borin’
My limits are soarin’, the industry snorin’
Leave my city? Nah, nigga, I’m here to restore it
I’m here to explore it, I’m Nip to the core
And I’m not finna forfeit, I’m not, shh
I’m not gon’ have my block lookin’ foreign
You see my name nigga, you’re not gonna ignore it
You not gonna ignore it
My pockets is hurtin’, I’m constantly workin’
My mom in the hood, but she don’t deserve it
I do this for the soul of it
And scared of layin’ in dirt, nigga, we rose from it
The game is mine, it’s not yours, like nose runnin’
Swag drippin’ like water
It’s ironic how these hoes run into a nigga
This ain’t a game, this a scrimmage and I kill it, time after time
This shit feelin’ reminiscin’, line after line
This shit feelin’ like petition, still homies dyin’
This shit feelin’ like a sickness
Ain’t like none of these other niggas, I’m different
Say somethin’ ’bout the cappin’ nigga, I’m trippin’
REASON the new soldier in front tryna leave his brand broken
It ain’t gon’ end how you want, soul
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