No Reason (feat. YoungstaCPT)

Woo! Yeah! Huh! Eh, huh! Stepped out the crib looki' ridiculous Like "Fuck it" Fuck it forget it then I'm coming I'm runnin', cut me for everything, yeah You niggas must not know my record then I just be smooth for no reason I be too real for the cap We dropping the roof in all seasons, just to remove all of that Now we coming home to own the land, yeah Now you know who's on demand And you can't tell me shit cause you work for the man Fuck what you think I don't think that I care All that I know is I'm back, fuckin' relax Oh please the humility All streets all good to me Talk is cheap so I'm living it I'm ghosty as a lyricist Then I just figured the smoke clears when I'm killin' it No need to be difficult Let me just grow me a goatee for the visual Lowkey as a finish move And don't sleep on the business You know niggas finna finish you I'ma get on you, hope niggas will be dissin' you Talk sweet like the bitches do I go GQ a little bit Go street when I'm in the mood Ghost bitches and niggas too My niggas will go get what I need for me There's no stress cause we militant A gold chain how a nigga chill Huh! Huh! Youngsta! (To the end) (Youngsta!) Zingah! (Kapstaad Naaier!) 0-2-1 0-1-1, uh! I'm doing drive-bys on BMX's Hide and seek, you gonna need protection Low bars don't receive reception Your Wi-Fi has a weak connection Cheap signal, I freeze eagles You released a jingle as the leading single Now you a Pop star, twinkle twinkle You pop you can't stop like you eating Pringles Lightly salted with the vinegar Girl I like your waistline in particula On the dotted line I do the signature I'm the biggest size and you a miniature It will take a village and a plate of Spinach just to beat me at the game of On the broom stick my wood stick You a tooth pick, I'm hood rich, huh! I smashes the track up with Zingah Ygen balaclava like a ninja Turtle, I'm serving a Debonairs pizza Kicking the foot clan, Dr Malinga All of my verses are comic books I got many men and I'm Robin Hood You get stabbed in Langa and shot in Gugs A red dot on your head like it's Bollywood You meeting my alter ego He stays on point like the sharpest needle Goes the distance like a car with diesel I got the power cause a doctor's evil Common people's in a bad dream As they hope and pray for a vaccine I got a sick squad, call it Gangrene At the top ropes how we tag team Dwayne Johnson with the elbow Stuck in the grind like Velcro I make jail calls to a cell phone On the cell blocks there's no Melrose Just G codes being passed around You need skill for that like Cristiano Lawd of the Jig with the Kapstaad King To see more, there's the link in bio, Naaier!