Reasons Lyrics

Southside on the track, yeah

Shit got crazy, I had to cut off all my bitches

My nigga just got out the feds he still brought home them switches

You shouldn't be worried about the Woes nigga just mind your business

Moncler coats its getting cold, I think it's about that season

I'm still in the streets, I'm trying to get rich that's the reason

I put my Christians on, you look down, you see me bleeding

I got a bad bitch boxing, I don't think she breathing

She want that tea to clock it, yeah, I think she need it

We got a hundred lows in here, new crib with a chandelier

You can shop with me like Sears

I'm on the top floor, so secure

She wide-eyed, look like a deer

The big Woes man of the year

You know drugs ain't really that serious

We still sip Wock say cheers

You know I never cared, on that block, I was never scared

Back in the field, I couldn't play fair

She don't even want the Loubitons, she wants some hair

I don't even wanna go back in, I wanna stay outside

They tried to tell me how to move, bitch, that's not your job

Rap nigga unemployed, but I got work for hire

I get fried in the morning, that's how I get by

My new bitch look like Megan Fox, she hella fire

I get faded a lot, I get hella high

Don't matter if I'm famous or not, she still love me lots

Niggas thought it was a race until I upped the stock

Niggas thought I was playing till I upped the chop

You want this shit, You gotta be dedicated that's how we rock

I feel like Wayne, back on dedication, I'm bout to drop

I need medication, I FaceTime Drama , he pouring drop

I'ma still face the za I don't even care if I rolled it or not

It's Big Chef Woes you gotta get out the kitchen, you gotta pass that pot

I'm finally lit, I was waiting on millions they was waiting at the top

Shit got crazy, I had to cut off all my bitches

My nigga just got out the feds he still brought home them switches

You shouldn't be worried about the Woes nigga just mind your business

Moncler coats its getting cold, I think it's about that season

I'm still in the streets, I'm trying to get rich that's the reason

I put my Christians on, you look down, you see me bleeding

I got a bad bitch boxing, I don't think she breathing

She want that tea to clock it, yeah, I think she need it