Ya
Reason
Look this time is dark nigga
This for the soul
Figure this shit out
Look
It's hard to handle the tragedy God given me
I mix revenge with apple juice and Hennesey
Combine that with a lost friend and memories
And there you have it created a deadly savage
Boy this a story of a younging who grew up with automatics
That made a living with robbing like Paula Patton, uh
See this is what happens when there's money demand my nigga
There is also money demands brotha
I done came from the bottom
Stuck to the hustle
My niggas like poneytails we came from the struggle
Nigga look how I grew
My nigga shoulded a shoulder with me like crowded rooms
The blessings came raining down like showers do
I accept everything God gave me: The good, bad and the ugly
Not a work to show a little growth the flo' scruffy
So when I'm done I'd rather say I'm deserving it not being lucky
Reason is standing on his own two
I used to be the guy but now I step outside
As God came in the phone booth
Working hard to say that I got it
Or I'm trying to go from Dada to Prada can't switch to Balenciagas
We work hard for most, weren't much given
I came up off Fila jackets and lunch tickets
Going broke, doing music
The grind harder than shell toes treat it like velcro
We stuck with it
From a bucket getter to a tough spitter
I earned blessings to duck bitches
Learned lessons so f*ck niggas
Niggas speak behind your back
Don't associate if you even gotta ask did he hate
That's Puff dissing
Determination like good pussy I dug in it
And look what came from it
It ain't the best if it ain't got my f*cking name on it
There you have it