Jay Season - For Lotta Reasons

It is time to close the chapters to king king talks
Word to my city, we are obtaining all the keys to them locks
That crazy feeling, from afar, when you see your mailbox
So filled with these papers, and you shouting ow God
A hard word to say is NO, when it's them doing the feeding
I heard my voice sounds sad, it be sounding like I'm pleading
This ain't no lil boy button, even your voodoo, it's exceeding
All these suckers outchere crowded, cutlass please, time for weeding
They tried putting me at the bottom but i seen down below
I'm from a hood, where you gotta pay the price for being slow
Uncountable times i feel the hurt, and that shit hits every row
After taking all these wins, add Champagnes to the show
He said hands down, he bringing me down, so i had to send out a blow
I saw that switch, it's real quick, wasn't you bragging like you trio?
I might have hitting on the part that really helping him to glow
I'm so aquatinted with all these but still be acting "i don't know"
Feel the pain, go through the process, don't skip a step
You can be scared, you can be nervous, you can be uncertain
The journey to greatness comes with much, better watch your steps
I see them peeping out the window, that's when i closed the curtain
You always been judging the same shit that you doing
And be acting all perfect, with everyone you keep booing
Talking three times? Even twice seems overdoing
If Nigo was to switch, we will be outchere outdoing
Switch it
You can take me out the street but not the street in me
See me flushing all the haters, like I'm done take a shit
You cross me once, your only chance, now see me outta reach
Mehrn I'm used to all these stabbings in my songs i preach
Niggas wanting competition, now they stuck at season two
You want me reaching heights? Hommie i pray you reach it too
It's all flames and nothing else when we ganging in the stu.
After I'm done scoring my goals, imma hit you with a suii
Bars got heavier, and my pockets heavier too
Trynna do great, stunt on lots before i turn 32
Put my mama in her own jet and her mansion too
She deserves everything that's sounding overdo
Street turning cold, here and there, niggas be taking lives
I dey my lane, many options and i choose survive
Better be careful with them lots, masa fuck a vibe
Bitches folding, lotta hurt, so i call mama wife
So stuck in my ways, I'm trynna do the needful
Out of my presence, gas me up, hommie take a thank you
I am never in they business, already got a mouthful
Of my shit, i got traumas I'm dealing with too
I'm not folding for no sucker, I'm important too
I seen that story, how it went, i don't want a part two
When i preach 'bout my scars, they keep ignoring all them clues
All i hear is you're uptee and be rocking new shoes, fuck 'em

Written by:
Jeffery Jayson Tetteh

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