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scatter brain - conway the machine lyrics

[chorus: conway the machine]
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 sh*t on my neck, that come from the packs that i sold
i never went platinum or gold (hah)
you still f*ck with him and you know he a rat and he told (huh?)
love when a n*gga 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 n*gga, it’s gon’ be victims
i’m a street n*gga, 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 p*ssy (woo, woo)
i ain’t tastin’ sh*t like a covid symptom
i’ma social distance, b*tch (hah, look)
[verse 2: jid]
i got no resistance with a colt .45
gold edition, i’m a dope magician
n*ggas disappearin’ if i hear ’em dissin’
k!ll the engineer and k!ll the n*gga mixin’
in the 6, n*ggas 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 sh*t
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 cl!ckin’
lights fl!ckin’, 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 n*ggas only, the fake get exposed
scr*pin’ 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’
f*ck is you n*ggas sayin’?
[verse 3: conway the machine]
goin’ out, guns blazin’
cold*ass world, n*ggas get done flagrant
world goin’ mad, even my son vapin’
i’m in my bag, n*gga, 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, n*gga’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’ n*ggas 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, n*gga)
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, n*gga
you ain’t gangsta
stop kiddin’ around, bring the toys in, n*gga
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 n*gga
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 h*ll of a drug
like rick james, have a coke and a smile
f*ck 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 b*tch
so i just read your obituary, n*gga
[chorus: conway the machine]
i got reasons, million reasons (yeah, i got my reasons, yeah)
please stop asking why (my lil’ n*ggas 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)

- conway the machine lyrics

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