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)
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)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & JID]
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)
[Verse 2: JID]
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'?
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
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
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
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)
[Verse 4: Ludacris]
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
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
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)
Imam razloga, milion razloga (Da)
Zašto ćeš umrijeti
Imam razloga, milion razloga
Zašto da se život (Cannon)
Imam razloga, milion razloga (Da)
Molim te prestati pitati zašto
Imam razloga, svoje razloge
Razlozi u mojoj glavi (Da)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine i JID]
Paketi na mail, paketi na putu
Connect FaceTime, rekao je samo pogodio posljednji moj teret
Sranje na vratu, koje dolaze iz paketa koje sam prodao
Nikada nisam išao platine ili zlata (Hah)
I dalje zajebavati s njim i znam da je rat, a on je rekao (Ha?)
Volim kad crnju razgovor glup
Jer to je kada ga je metaka istrošile, a on clappin 'njegov pol (Brr)
Vjeruj mi, da ne bode (Boom)
Pa za crnju, to je gon 'biti žrtve
Ja sam ulica nigga, dečko, znaš razliku
Rukom grlo rap igre
A ja sam boa constrictin '(Choke), moja duša je fali (Choke)
U prvo mjesto, ja sam jedini položaj, muškarac, ovaj ho je Trippin '(Woo)
Ona misli I Wanna okus joj maca (Woo, woo)
Nisam Tastin sranje kao COVID simptom
I'ma socijalna distanca, kučko (Hah, izgled)
[Verse 2: JID]
Nemam otpora sa Colt .45
Gold Edition, ja sam glupan mađioničar
Crnje disappearin 'ako čujem ih dissin'
Ubiti inženjer i ubiti crnja mixin '
U 6, crnje i dalje jebeni Nixon
Drugi štrajk, oni Finna Billy Clint '' em
Crvene i bijele, dobio je blues
Okrenite ga u hranu, svi grip keks
Runnin 'pali unutar granica grada
Uzbuđen sam, moj Lil 'shawty, ona je sranje
I mi smo unutar nešto jednostavno
Sa suicidal-, završiti rečenicu
Zatvoriti vrata, ugurala glavu pile
Morseov kod, ako ja pričam, ja sam clickin '
Svjetla flickin ', reci im: "Držite položaj"
Novac motivisani, um na zadatku
Trake u krilu i paket, dobio bravu
Na poleđini vrata ormara
Upalio sam šibicu za baklje u igri
Za samo pravi crnje, lažni se izloženi
Grebalo ploče, breakin 'pramac
Napravi to trese, takin 'kući
Ja sam u A sa 'K, pa hajde, ako si lud
Hladno-ass svijeta, idem van, puške Blazin '
Kurac vi crnje kažem?
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Goin 'out, pištolji Blazin'
Hladno-ass svijeta, crnje obaviti flagrantno
Ludilo sveta, čak i moj sin kupanje
Ja sam u torbi, crnjo, gotov sam igram sa vama
Vodim bogati za kao da je baza u 80-im
Spot Jumpin 'kao što je Tracy McGrady (Ha?)
Deset lance, crnjo lice Lookin 'lud
I dalje dobijem platu od Shady, ah
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Imam razloga, milion razloga (Da, imam svoje razloge, da)
Zašto ćeš umrijeti (My lil 'crnje je demone, da)
Imam razloga, milion razloga (Oni podići i pucati bez razloga, da)
Zašto da se život (Brr, imam svoje razloge, da)
Imam razloga miliona razloga (ja imam svoje razloge, crnjo)
Molim te prestati pitati zašto (imam svoje razloge, imam svoje razloge, da, da-da-da)
Imam razloga, svoje razloge (imam svoje razloge, da-da-da, ja imam svoje razloge, da-da-da)
Razlozi u mojoj glavi (sam svoje razloge, da, imam svoje razloge, da)
[Stih 4: Ludacris]
Luda, hah
Tako si žedan, piješ otrov, crnjo
Nisi gangsta
Stop zezaj oko, donijeti igračke u, crnjo
Luda ti je tata
Trebao bi biti sretan Dajem vam Vrijeme
Ali, niko od vas repera mogao da me vidi
Čak i ako sam ja pokupiti na FaceTime
Tracis put Hatin 'na drugom nigga
Kada bi mogao biti Napravi novac sebe, ho
Perolaka, pravim ih levitira
Isprašiti tur sa teškoj pojas, ho
Oh, a publika je podivljala
Creed II, reci im: "Baci u ručnik"
Kokain je pakao od droge
Kao što su Rick James, imaju koksa i osmeh
Jebem ti kauč i celo postojanje
Odlaziš 'obitelji i djecu bespomoćne
Krenuli na grob, sad si mrtav i švorc
Život beat 'em besmisleno, dobiti?
Pokorimo dostojanstvenik rep
Uzrok Luda uvijek bio vizionar
Uvek sam znala da je to kučka
Tako da sam pročitao tvoj osmrtnica, crnjo
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Imam razloga, milion razloga (Da, imam svoje razloge, da)
Molim te prestati pitati zašto (My lil 'crnje je demone, da, aha)
Imam razloga, svoje razloge (Oni podići i pucati bez razloga, da)
Razlozi u mojoj glavi (Brr, imam svoje razloge, da)