Scatter Brain (feat. J.I.D & Ludacris)

I got reasons, million reasons (yeah)

Why you gonna die

I got reasons, million reasons

Time 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 (brrt)

Trust me, that doesn't bode well for a nigga, it's gon' be victims (boom)

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 of 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 bowl

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)

Time to take a life (brrt, 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)

I got reasons, my own reasons (I got my reasons, yeah-yeah, I got my reasons, 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 2, 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 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 (brrt, I got my reasons, yeah)