Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scatter Brain , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Release date: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scatter Brain |
| 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) |
| Packs in the mail, packs on the road |
| Connect FaceTime, said he just hit the last of my load |
| The shit on my neck, that come from the packs that I sold |
| I never went platinum or gold (Hah) |
| You still fuck with him and you know he a rat and he told (Huh?) |
| Love when a nigga 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 nigga, it’s gon' be victims |
| I’m a street nigga, 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' shit like a COVID symptom |
| I’ma social distance, bitch (Hah, look) |
| I got no resistance with a Colt.45 |
| Gold edition, I’m a dope magician |
| Niggas disappearin' if I hear 'em dissin' |
| Kill the engineer and kill the nigga mixin' |
| In the 6, niggas 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 shit |
| 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 niggas 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' |
| Fuck is you niggas sayin'? |
| Goin' out, guns blazin' |
| Cold-ass world, niggas get done flagrant |
| World goin' mad, even my son vapin' |
| I’m in my bag, nigga, 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, nigga’s face lookin' crazy |
| I still get a paycheck from Shady, ah |
| I got reasons, million reasons (Yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) |
| Why you gonna die (My lil' niggas 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, nigga) |
| 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) |
| Luda, hah |
| You so thirsty, you drinkin' poison, nigga |
| You ain’t gangsta |
| Stop kiddin' around, bring the toys in, nigga |
| 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 nigga |
| 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 |
| Fuck 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 bitch |
| So I just read your obituary, nigga |
| I got reasons, million reasons (Yeah, I got my reasons, yeah) |
| Please stop asking why (My lil' niggas 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) |