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REASON - Gossip
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
REASON
REASON
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
MyGuyMars
MyGuyMars
Producer
Mars 1500
Mars 1500
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Look Talks around my city gettin' crucial That don't bother none, shit, that's the usual They say, "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual You niggas been gettin' out of pocket Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip (gossip) Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip Gossip, gossip, got gossip Middle finger REASON, I can't stand son I used to beg for respect, now I demand some You niggas shootin' for hits hoping you land one I make sure my shots finish more than their once Now REASON worth about a pretty penny, well, that shit true But I can't stop until my whole wallet handsome and some I get ghost until I pull up in a Phantom random But lately, I been thinking back to Candace, damnit That was back when I would sympathize She send me pictures of her inner thigh 'round dinner time Writin' records, she would text me say I'm in her mind Had to tell that bitch to shoo, I'm tryna finish lines I wrote this on the bus, I'm on the road, shit Reminiscing back when I was hopeless Token Black boy with a pocket full of tokens Now that money comin' back, feel like it's homesick Talks around my city gettin' crucial That don't bother none, shit, that's the usual They say, "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual You niggas been gettin' out of pocket (pocket) Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip Gossip, gossip, got gossip Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip Gossip, gossip, damn Huh Clock ticking, nigga Huh, look My greatest fear is my relatives exposin' my skeletons When I speak on relatives, I put air quotes with it 'Cause blood don't make you family and I know that's who around me Y'all ain't come 'til I start poppin', thinkin' bread come with it I got cousins that's wishin' ill on me In they mind, I know they hoping blood spill on me, chill, homie I'ma keep shining, nigga, no shade gon' block me Y'all hopin' fame gon' rock me, nigga, your lame can't stop me Shit, how the fuck I'ma stop with all these goals on me? I been winning, word to the gold on me, had no money Now my show money done grown, lookin' like GoFundMe's And tell my cousins, "You're lame, homie" So when I come back around, I play her like James, Tony Blockin' that bullshit, been growin' these bills quick Pour shots straight out the bottle, trying hard not to spill shit I vow to make a killin' with the niggas I live with So fuck all the negatives I swear my biggest fear would be my relatives Comin' back from the dead,. exposin' skeletons When I speak about relatives, I put air quotes with it 'Cause blood don't make you family And I know just who around me, nigga Talks around my city gettin' crucial That don't bother none, shit, that's the usual They say, "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual "Fuck you, REASON," trust me, that shit mutual You niggas been gettin' out of pocket Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip Gossip, gossip, got gossip Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip Gossip, gossip, damn (City getting crucial) (That don't bother none, that's the usual) (Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip) The last four weeks we've been talking heavily with TDE And, uh, it's not official yet (gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip) But I wanted to make it official in front of everybody 'Cause I got the contract today (woo, you got it?) Thank you, God, for bringin' all y'all here I'm askin' all you guys to love each other That's what's pretty much gotten me to this point I can't even say, honestly, how thankful I am For every single one of you guys That's about it, so We already went over it (Top Dawg Entertainment, yeah)
Writer(s): Michael Cox, Lamar Edwards, John Groover, Altariq Crapps, Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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