[Intro]
Ya
Reason
Look this time is dark nigga
This for the soul
Figure this shit out
Look

[Verse]
It's hard to handle the tragedy god has 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, shit
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, the ugly
Lot of work to show a little growth, the flo' scrubby
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 out, fly
That's Clark Kent 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 felon jackets and lunch tickets
Going broke, doing music
The grind harder the 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 fuck 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 fucking name on it
There you have it