Price is signed to Westside Gunn's record label, Griselda Records, and has released his entire discography on the label. He is the brother of fellow rapper Westside Gunn and the cousin of Benny the Butcher. Written by: Desmond Price, Destin Choice Route, Christopher Brian Bridges, Donald Cannonĭemond Price (born February 16, 1982), better known by his stage name Conway the Machine, is an American rapper from Buffalo, New York. Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Reasons in my mind (brrt, I got my reasons, yeah) I got reasons, my own reasons (they pull up and shoot for no reason, yeah) Please stop asking why (my lil' niggas is demons, yeah, uh-huh) So I just read your obituary, nigga (woo) Headed to a early grave, now you dead and broke You're leavin' your family and the kids defenseless
Get spanked with the heavyweight belt, ho When you could be makin' money yourself, ho You're wastin' time hatin' on another nigga You should be happy I'm givin' you playtime Stop kiddin' around, bring the toys in, nigga You so thirsty, you drinkin' poison, nigga Reasons in my mind (I got my reasons, I got my reasons, yeah) I got reasons, my own reasons (I got my reasons, I got my reasons, yeah) Please stop asking why (I got my reasons, I got my reasons, yeah) I got reasons, million reasons (I got my reasons, nigga) Why to take a life (brrt, I got my reasons, yeah) I got reasons, million reasons (they pull up and shoot for no reason, yeah) Why you gonna die (my lil' niggas is demons, yeah) I got reasons, million reasons (yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) Ten chains on, nigga's face lookin' crazy Gettin' rich off za like it's base in the '80s I'm in my bag, nigga, I'm done playin' with you I'm in the A with a 'K, so come on if you crazy Straps in the lap and the pack, got a lockįor the real niggas only, the fake get exposed Lights flickin', tell 'em, "Hold your position" I'm excited, my lil' shawty, she the shit Turn him into food, everybody grip a biscuit Second strike, they finna Billy Clint' 'em Kill the engineer and kill the nigga mixin' Niggas disappearin' if I hear 'em dissin' I ain't tastin' shit like a COVID symptom She think I wanna taste her pussy (woo, woo)
In the top spot, I got sole position, man, this ho was trippin' (woo) I'm a street nigga, boy, you know the differenceĪnd I'm boa constrictin', my soul is missin' (choke) Trust me, that doesn't bode well for a nigga (boom) 'Cause that's when shots run him down and he clappin' his pole (brr) You still fuck with him and you know he a rat and he told (huh?) The shit on my neck, that come from the packs that I sold oh why.Connect FaceTimed, said he just hit the last of my load I’m a scatter brain Scatter scatter brain (Aye) Nah I ain’t okay I won’t be okay (Aye) I’m a scatter brain Scatter scatter brain (Aye) All I feel is pain Dripping all this rain (Aye) I’m a scatter brain Scatter scatter brain (Aye) Nah I ain’t okay I won’t be okay (Aye) I’m a scatter brain Scatter scatter brain (Aye) All I feel is pain Dripping all this rain (Aye) So mothafuck my life I don't really wanna live I'm just tired of this shit Fuck it all, this is it Psychopathic maniac Please erase my fucken past Y'all can have that last laugh Y'all just clowns and that's facts Oh my. Always known as the lyrical misfit Talking lots of shit I'm a contradiction Known to step it up and always handle my business Keeping my mouth shut like I ain't even did shit I'm outta control Gotta save my fucken soul (Aye) Toes in the cold Where am I suppose to go (Aye) Can't hold me back (Aye) Y'all can't fuck with this (Aye) Y'all just bunch of lames (Aye) Y'all gone feel this pain Bitch!! Yeah I know (what) I ain't really there (huh) But I made it clear That I don't really care Yeah. I be feeling numb like Chester Got distortion and the pressure Like I'm hanging from my neck bruh Being judged and treated lessa Like I'm worthless With no purpose Understand I'm just deserted My insides twisted and turning My whole life is fucken burning (Aye) Taken a bunch of fucken L"s As I mothafucken dwell My spark won't ever come out I'm stuck in this rotten shell (Aye) Trying to stack up all this cake All these bitches in my way I guess it's time to dig in graves Cutting life's this ain't a game Nah.
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