Scatter Brain (feat. Ludacris & JID)

I got reasons, million reasons (yeah) Why you gonna die I got reasons, million reasons Why to take a life (cannon) I got reasons, million reasons (yeah) Please stop asking why I got reasons, my own reasons Reasons in my mind (yeah) Packs in the mail, packs on the road Connect FaceTime, said he just hit the last of my load The shit on my neck, that come from the packs that I sold I never went platinum or gold (hah) You still fuck with him and you know he a rat and he told (huh?) Love when a nigga talk stupid 'Cause that's when Shots run him down and he clappin' his pole (brr) Trust me, that doesn't bode (boom) Well for a nigga, it's gon' be victims I'm a street nigga, boy, you know the difference Hand around the throat of the rap game And I'm boa constrictin' (choke), my soul is missin' (choke) In the top spot, I got sole position, man, this ho was trippin' (woo) She think I wanna taste her pussy (woo, woo) I ain't tastin' shit like a COVID symptom I'ma social distance, bitch (hah, look) I got no resistance with a Colt .45 Gold edition, I'm a dope magician Niggas disappearin' if I hear 'em dissin' Kill the engineer and kill the nigga mixin' In the 6, niggas still flippin' Nixon Second strike, they finna Billy Clint' 'em Red and white, he got the blues Turn him into food, everybody grip a biscuit Runnin' lights inside the city limits I'm excited, my lil' shawty, she the shit And we inside of somethin' simple With suicidal-, finish the sentence Door close, chop the head off a chicken Morse code, if I'm talkin', I'm clickin' Lights flickin', tell 'em, "Hold your position" Money-motivated, mind on a mission Straps in the lap and the pack, got a lock On the back of the cabinet doors I lit a match for the torch in the game For the real niggas only, the fake get exposed Scrapin' the plate, breakin' the bow Makin' it shake, takin' it home I'm in the A with a 'K, so come on if you crazy Cold-ass world, goin' out, guns blazin' Fuck is you niggas sayin'? Goin' out, guns blazin' Cold-ass world, niggas get done flagrant World gone mad, even my son bathing I'm in my bag, nigga, I'm done playin' with you Gettin' rich off za like it's base in the '80s Spot jumpin' like Tracy McGrady (huh?) Ten chains on, nigga's face lookin' crazy I still get a paycheck from Shady, ah I got reasons, million reasons (yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) Why you gonna die (my lil' niggas is demons, yeah) I got reasons, million reasons (they pull up and shoot for no reason, yeah) Why to take a life (brr, I got my reasons, yeah) I got reasons, million reasons (I got my reasons, nigga) Please stop asking why (I got my reasons, I got my reasons, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I got reasons, my own reasons (I got my reasons, yeah-yeah-yeah, I got my reasons, yeah-yeah-yeah) Reasons in my mind (I got my reasons, yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) Luda! Hah You so thirsty, you drinkin' poison, nigga You ain't gangsta Stop kiddin' around, bring the toys in, nigga Luda's your daddy You should be happy I'm givin' you playtime But none of you rappers could see me Not even if I was to pick up on FaceTime You're wastin' time hatin' on another nigga When you could be makin' money yourself, ho Featherweights, I make 'em levitate Get spanked with the heavyweight belt, ho Oh, and the crowd goes wild Creed II, tell 'em, "Throw in the towel" Cocaine is a hell of a drug Like Rick James, have a coke and a smile Fuck your couch and your whole existence You're leavin' your family and the kids defenseless Headed to a early grave, now you dead and broke Life beat 'em senseless, get it? Bow down to rap's dignitary 'Cause Luda always been a visionary I always knew you was a bitch So I just read your obituary, nigga I got reasons, million reasons (yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) Please stop asking why (my lil' niggas is demons, yeah, uh-huh) I got reasons, my own reasons (they pull up and shoot for no reason, yeah) Reasons in my mind (brr, I got my reasons, yeah)