Reasoning Lyrics

Tell me what's the point, what's the reasoning

Y'all adding too much spice, too much seasoning

Hitting this girl from the back, I think her name is Kennedy

Boy you ain't my boy, little boy you ain't a kin to me

Smoking on this Chief pack, yeah it's a ten-piece

Successful people got a lot of enemies

Got a white girl, she got some big titties

In the club, I be sipping on some Henny

Hitting bullets in your liver, Johnny Manziel

If my homies get locked up, I'm paying for the bail

My mom and pops I'm a help them prevail

If they need some money, I'm a ask them tell me what's the Zelle

Hit my girl from the back, yeah I'm the man still

I be getting all the guap, to help pay bills

Ni**as just like to talk, they sound like seals

I be shooting with the Glock, feel like Bradley Beal

I be dunking on theses ni**as like Andrew Wiggins

I be getting to the paper, they in their feelings

'Cause I'm getting all this guap, road to the riches

She didn't want me back then, so I'm chilling

I got my dog, we steady winning

All this guap, we always spending

She know what's she doing, steady grinning

Always on that boy head, like split ends

I just do this all for you, no one else come through

It's just me and the crew

There's so much that we've been through, but it's okay though

'Cause we're still in tune

You're getting played out thot

Everybody want to call out shots

But I'm staying on my block

Still aiming just for the top

I'm a pay my guys

When I say so, we all slide

I'm never out my prime

When will it be my time

Praising God, saying amen

Counting all this guap, counting all these bands

Didn't hear what you said, say it again

From the broken promises, full of the sin

Asking myself, when will I win

I don't even know, it all depends

But you can't stop, you can't stop

You can't stop me