Reason

[Intro: Pynt]
JL B
Pynt
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Pynt]
Yeah, I’ve been on
I ain’t really trippin’, but homie, it’s been long (uh)
Done with the waitin’, and wishin’ I’ve been gone (uh)
Pynt’s back, bitch, and the feelin’ is so strong (let’s go)
Lemme tell you somethin’ about me
I’m rowdy, with a vision bigger than Gandhi (yeah)
I’m top speed, and I’m whoopin’ ‘em for the top lead (yeah)
No stoppin’, ‘til I make it where Nas be (yeah)
See, I’ma make my name
Major way thangs, like a Majors game
I’m that good, yeah, I can’t complain
I’m like MJ, when the stakes is raised (huh)
They ain’t seein’ me yet
Upset the vеt, it’s gon’ be a mess
To the upmost rеspect, better hit the deck
Cuz I’m comin’ for anyone who really thinks they’re next (get down)
Huh, B. Hood said it better be fire
Well I got that, damn sure ain’t a liar
Now I’m at the lab, no sleep, and I’m tired
So I send ‘em a gas can with a box of lighters, like
Know the business, know the facts
I’m a fuckin’ animal, a Kodiak
I’m a King Kong, you’re a silverback
I’m a savage dog, just remember that
Tell ‘em "I ain’t right", never okay
Yeah, a lil twisted, in a cold way
With a lil lemon, and some ‘Osé
‘Bout to take ‘em back to the old days
Where, show a muhfucka my quick draw
I been raw, since I started rockin’ with outlaws
You will fall, brawl, give a fuck if you southpaw
Like bang, bang, bang, muhfucka, I told y’all

[Chorus: Pynt]
Now they steadily creepin’
On the edge, I been leanin’
I’m done with the dreamin’
Bitch, I been schemin’
Gimme a reason
All that talkin’, it just gives me a reason
All that hatin’, it just gives me a reason
All that fakin’, it just gives me a reason
So tell ‘em I mean it

Aye, tell ‘em I see it
On the edge, I been leanin’
I’m done with the dreamin’
Bitch, I been schemin’
Gimme a reason
All that talkin’, it just gives me a reason
All that hatin’, it just gives me a reason
All that fakin’, it just gives me a reason
So tell ‘em I mean it

[Verse 2: JL]
Pro-vail, cuz I do it so well
Niggas poppin’ up, then come get the hold of the coat tail (coat tail)
Now you got an influence to go trail
JL, I brought a chopper to school, and to show and tell (grah)
Just look at the man, breakin’ the cushion, the ‘gram streamin’
The book in the band shakin’, the crew with a scam, schemin’
I’ve tooken advantage of ‘em, and cookin’, the pan steamin’
I’m hookin’ the fan and plannin’, I’m puttin’ the family in the crib (whoo)
So big, get lost in it
It get awkward, don’t fit’s a confidence trip
The conflict culprit, with time appropriate
The conscience don’t click, it’s dominate shit
Big ex-tendo, you can get the clip unloaded
Finna rip the script, and it cripple, the way the Wiccan told it
Pop a rubber band, and a grip, it slip, and is it unfolded?
Now these chickens windlin’, trickin’ until when my dick exploded
All they ever needed was a reason (reason)
But I do believe it’s killa season (season)
I’ma remain the same, livin’ and never dyin’, I never had any problem with squeezin’ (what?)
My weight holdin’ the trigger
The neck of another nigga
The lemon into the Henny
The ass of the bitch, I’m with her
The lesser I’m holdin’ on to the Deevil
When I walk in to, the preacher said "I’m a sinner"
The seat I sit in is center of the room or the table (aye)
You could already assume, I’m stable (aye)
I am lit like the room, come play, who really wanna dance with a lun’, unfadable, mood sensational (aye)
Feelin’ better than ever, but you can get it
I be military minded, I promise, don’t matter with it
I got a couple of screws loose, screw up a killa’s
Ahead of a lotta foo’s lose, who fuckin’ with us?
We the truth

[Verse 3: Pynt]
Yo, I ain’t done bro
Aye, and I ain’t losin’ a step
Above the rest, I crept, on my way to the best
See, I’m willin’ to pop off, what they really expect?
Give you nothin’, no less, I’ma put the talkin’ to rest
Mothafucka’s, they trippin’, but I told ‘em that I’ma do it
See, I only got a reason, the reason to what I’m doin’
While I’m writin’ all these lyrics, I gotta keep it in movin’
But I ain’t never no quitter, boy, I’m allergic to losin’
Mothafucka, I’m a heathen
I get to trippin’, they wishin’ I’m really slippin’, but I’ma give you the business
They gon’ really see a demon
And did I mention there isn’t no fucks given?
Cuz homie, this is my season
Just know I’m with it, no really, it’s fuck the critics
I hock a loogie, and spittin’ on all of you lil bitches
Now, follow me for a minute, to the bottom, where we can fit in
I promise you, I ain’t finished
Cuz this is just the beginnin’, mothafuckas

[Chorus: Pynt]
Now they steadily creepin’
On the edge, I been leanin’
I’m done with the dreamin’
Bitch, I been schemin’
Gimme a reason
All that talkin’, it just gives me a reason
All that hatin’, it just gives me a reason
All that fakin’, it just gives me a reason
So tell ‘em I mean it

Aye, tell ‘em I see it
On the edge, I been leanin’
I’m done with the dreamin’
Bitch, I been schemin’
Gimme a reason
All that talkin’, it just gives me a reason
All that hatin’, it just gives me a reason
All that fakin’, it just gives me a reason
So tell ‘em I mean it