The Reason Lyrics

Never seen the whole story but you seen my pain

Seen me take away from others tryna freeze my flame

But aint seen someone come scream my claim

Yall complain yall can paint, cant speak my name

Vegz handle his bidness

Your clique as a witness

You feelin a little indifferent then sniff this

A couple of hits gets you fuckin with pigeons

You outta youre mind what the fuck is you thinkin

Fuck is you drinking you all in your feeings

You know that we bout leaving yall in the ceilings

Cuz numberss dont lie and i need it embedded

Im ready to fight and my demons are deaded

Go get some pride its the season to get it

Leaving you shredded like cheese in the lettuce

Remember your diet, you seem to forget it

Whats better? you dyin, the reason is devin

Lemme break they legs, lemme hop on this

Shells drop pop up where the problem is

We speed to the scene wit a glock fo fifth

And it easy to squeeze it, im not go trip

Bout the d's or the beef i get caught oh shit

Lotta screamin and schemin, he mop hoes quick

Cant block those hits escaped on my el chapo shit

So fuck you bitch

But who tf told you that you were the shit?

Imma smack em dont matter, a dude or a bitch

Ill be blackin you out like a lunar eclipse

And vegas aint payin no shooters to miss

Fuck this imma snap again

Wit a full blown massacre thats intent

Pass the herbs, pass the pen

Aint a crip but im crackin and catchin red

I cash out to the color of my t shirt

Teeth were found by the stream, made em eat dirt

He heard i charge now for a feature

Me first, sit back down on the bleachers

Tweak yer flow and the reverb need work

Any one im comin at wit a mean verse

See herses that start to pass em

Yall want war we the first to blast it

Fuck yu mean, i end careers

Fuck wit me imma trend this year

No remorse, what yu thought

Once i start, what the fuck is stop?

Some get gone yet its nothin lost

Guns get drawn then im duckin cops

Im still screamin fuck the law and none of yall can touch me nah

Yall could be the reason, the reason im havin trust issues

Jesus yu be tweakin, believing i even fuck witchu

We dont need to speak if we beefin jus keep a slug with you

See them murder scene em they bleedin from out they lung tissue

Yall could be the reason, the reason im sippin mud often

Scemin cause im fiendin it seems that i have a drug problem

I dont need a reason, a reason to just go off on em

I dont need a reason, a reason to just go off on em

Fuck around with rugga, get bruised and you losing limbs

Better stay up in your lane, llyod gone shoot if you move again

My heart is hella strong although they sayin im stupid slim

And im done with my vacation from rapping im moving in

Murder schemes and surgeries

Police on scene reserve ya team

The reason we deserve to be the beat, the bars and words they speaks

Because of our consistency

A dog but aint no bitch in me

Facebook thugs ill split ur screen

Be mindful who u dissin b

Talk about me but you bluffing in fact

You didn't say nothin to dutchie and stax so matter of fact where the fuck are you are at

We squaded and mobbin and comin wit gats

Pumpin the gas we aint comin in last

Yall tryna build off of something we have

If im a joke then how come u dont laugh

When we provoke and make fun of yo staff

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4

Yall want war? well its beef i brought

All yall get chalked yu believe i lost

You stupid u move and ya teeth get tossed

Body rejectin the substance you love

Trapped in your rap and your hoes and drugs

Everyone think that they know what you does

You not someone i could be close to because

Yall could be the reason, the reason im havin trust issues

Jesus yu be tweakin, believing i even fuck witchu

We dont need to speak if we beefin jus keep a slug with you

See them murder scene em they bleedin from out they lung tissue

Yall could be the reason, the reason im sippin mud often

Scemin cause im fiendin it seems that i have a drug problem

I dont need a reason, a reason to just go off on em

I dont need a reason, a reason to just go off on em