Without Rhyme or Reason

If I start rambling, don't mind me,

I might get off track, but who doesn't it?

I love rap music, but I hate the fake light...

Usually calls the lord Weedy.

So, I choose not to take part in it

On that extra seat, and just I do what I do

I'ma write this writters

Sometimes I'm overthink.

It's not ... it's how remind myself

My clean activity flows best.

Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits,

It's all bullshit, if you ask me.

When you bend over just to go Platinum

No, thank you.

As I'd be as clearly

That I'm comfortable with myself.

And that's all that matters

I made the point in my life with.

I'm cool with exterming perks

I just roll my shit,

And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers.

But you got to follow me like Twitter

This is not the casino... it won't be sweet

Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets

Without Rhyme or Reason

I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence

(x4)

It feels so good to have my own staff,

This over rappers they try it

They might like it,

Spend so much time copying tunes.

They don't even know what it's like to be

Themselves.

Or is it that they don't like they sell.

Maybe you defend who do you .. doing

What ? None.

Or maybe they would love you more,

Two actually tried, they never resured.

I know, we act like potential and ?

Reality is not so gorgeous

The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it

You would lie, sex, money, fool, music

I score points like a ... win trophy

Yes, that nigga... balled out, but

I'm really just having fun with you

Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours

Cause my life's awsome.

I'm all buried in stash food

I might take a little time off

I'm out at tropics