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)