[Final verse: Reason]
I'm getting a feeling I'm getting addicted to hearing good things about me
My rap is extended to generous measures even Motsweding announced me
And some are not even convinced that the heaters I spit but I'm easy because
This season the game is a circus with many'er tricks but none in the ring can clown me
Sometimes I feel like I'm spitting an ocean of flows and everyone's drowning
Surrounded by all of the props around me like I was Andy Wachowski
I'm thinking: "How can they doubt me?"
They thinking: "How can you not sleep?"
I'm thinking the most I spent on my son was a funeral paid with Rhyme schemes
Rest in peace to Lil O, may God accept his lil soul
I do my best to live with the fact that he'll never see me kill shows
Till I fall they will know, that Reason The Mass is real though
If not then I guess they're fucking their selves like mommies at home with dildos
You can call me Ginger, in the end I'm keeping it trill too
Got a club hit from a kid who can't legally get into clubs though
And I'm not even ??club though??
Just friends with people who run those
I'm friends with people who love dough
In a nut shell it's because we don't sleep