Lyrics Reason - G Herbo

Reason

Yeah
Uh
You already know it's me, man, the Big G
I was sixteen, pullin' up with foreign whips and shit, poppin' out on my block
Hundred thousand in jewels on
Ten thousand in my pockets, both pockets, man
Two-thousand-dollar fits, I swear to God
This back then, way back when
We showed you niggas how to do this shit, man
We been flexin' round the city
Gettin' all the bad bitches, havin' motion, doin' what we wanted
And we was steppers, we showed you niggas not to play with us, for real
Look
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason

I'm the reason niggas rap about they set
I was the first one to put my dead mans around my neck, all baguettes
I was puttin' work in 'round the clock, ain't get no fucking rest
When we saw thieats on the internet, we put opps to the test
If his head worth some money, got a youngin, come collect
Never fumble on no hit, they hop out broad day, come correct
Let the clip off, now they runnin', handgun hit like a TEC
But I told them fuck the streets, you better get that fucking check, nigga
Cut that weight off me, now I'm right back in full effect
Tell me how you hatin' on me and I'm the reason you got respect, nigga
I ain't trippin', I stuff hollow tips all in my Vek
I stay ready to make a mess, 7.62 rip that vest, nigga
I'm a dog off the leash, won't end up in no vet
I'm a Lamb', 'Rari, new McLaren, nigga, I ain't no "Vette whipper
Ball with me, check
They ain't see me next
Got these suckas stressed
Everything VS, yes

It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh

Pull Maybachs in, nigga my whole team winnin' like the Pac-10
Broski get a hundred sold as soon as the pack land
Rockin' yellow rose gold, my diamonds African
I got rich white money, but I'm a black man
Flow dope, I got 'em hooked just like the crack gen
Up that forty, now they shook, can't take back what they said
Every nigga diss my brother in the 'Raq, they dead
Bullets tap they head, yeah
I was fightin' a fed case, but I did not go fed
Pay my lawyer bread, then went and tuck my kids in bed
I'm still having nightmares, I wake up seeing red
Think back, if it weren't for rap, where would I be instead?
Probably
Probably jail, probably, probably dead, probably
I take care of my mama, I'm the man, Charlie
Yellin', "Free my partners," my boy kept it solid
Took his time, he comin' home even though he got ten bodies

It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh

I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)