Conway the Machine - Scatter Brain lyrics

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Conway the Machine - Scatter Brain lyrics

[Intro] 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 fu*k with him and you know he a rat and he told (Huh?) Love when a ni**a 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 ni**a, it's gon' be victims I'm a street ni**a, 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 pussy (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 ni**as disappearin' if I hear 'em dissin' Kill the engineer and kill the ni**a mixin' In the 6, ni**as 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 clickin' Lights flickin', 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 ni**as only, the fake get exposed Scrapin' 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' fu*k is you ni**as sayin'? [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Goin' out, guns blazin' Cold-ass world, ni**as get done flagrant World goin' mad, even my son vapin' I'm in my bag, ni**a, 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, ni**a'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' ni**as 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, ni**a) 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, ni**a You ain't gangsta Stop kiddin' around, bring the toys in, ni**a 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 ni**a 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 hell of a drug Like Rick James, have a coke and a smile fu*k 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, ni**a [Chorus: Conway the Machine] I got reasons, million reasons (Yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) Please stop asking why (My lil' ni**as 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)