Lyrics:
It's the dank season for nineteen ninety four
Seff the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo
Everybody's smokin' chronic fuck the reason
It must be pleasin' man
[Scales]
Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose
Look at me dawg, you can tell I'm southern bred
and a duck with goose, don't need shit with juice
And ruin your inspiration
Here we stand
Running like the monsters that they've been
Then see
How we command
A Grand Finale is all I ask
For nothing more than
don't have a reason
Keep my faith in the Lord
He will never leave me
I ain't scared no more
Hey
Cause when it all goes down
And they ask me
Do I believe
bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted
Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!)
The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!)
Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!)
All I wanna hear from you is "Roger roger"
Listen, if your name is Luke
Can I ask for a hand?
Tell me where is the rest
Of your pitiful little band?
Cut
I been thinkin
I been sinkin
I been talkin
Not for no reason
I been dreamin
I'm believing
Getting money
For some seasons
I been thinkin
I been sinkin
expired /
Been spitting fire, since I was crushing on Mya /
Thinking Its all about me
No need for Sisqo /
Hear the church? truth hurts go ask Lizzo /
Sleep
dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all
So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain
a knife
For different reasons, most for pride
One fucking (CENSORED) in this ride
Like humpty dumpty have you fried
I hope you got money on your mind
But
Go beat it I don't need ya
But I'm feining for some feeling I quit dealing
For a reason, you the reason, why I'm breathing
I got choices but I'm
one has needed more than I love you
No I'm not dreaming
Love has a meaning
You're all I live for
No one can give more
Questions people ask
the switch on the Grand Power K105, let it off, now it's sprayin' off rapid (pow, pow)
Why did everybody gas up the kick on the shottys?
I went and tapped it
the slum
I brought his daughter up ‘cause y'all
Thought this bul was tough
Yeah I brought her up ‘cause this bul nut
I ain't come for fun
It's two reasons
I don't wanna have sex
I don't wanna make love
Ask me for my reasons baby
I tell you because I wanna know you
Everything that you do
We don't need
a landslide (landslide)
Only day ones
Never let my mans die
Just some more reasons
Why they comin for my head top (for my head top)
That's a fact
A bitch never
sycophantic with the microphone
But I need a minute to celebrate life though
Never been more content
So don't ask about my depression
I saw your mascara drip
know the password
I'm in too deep
Members only
I was picking up pressure
At the parking lot at Sam's Club
Yessir
Be careful what you ask for
Don't talk
dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all
So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
Can't give rides don't ask me
Calm down lil bro don't blast him
Good smoke got the room too gassy
Gave her back cause ya bitch too classy
Whoah
Can't
Wifey
I call that sidebitch
Man dem for life g
Ha, you tried it
More like dry snitch
Pass me the rizzla
Play that sizzla
Pass me the peng ting yeah
Oakland
I'm in the building and this my grand opening
I'm posturing with niggas that were supposed to been
Doper than, more pussy than fallopian
These
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