The Reason I’m Here

Lyrics

Verse 1 It's that burgundy hoodie with ripped jeans with 8 1/2 timbos Been waiting in the cold and handing out mad demos I drag weirdos by earlobes from stretch limos I'm showing you the night like chilling with Jay Leno I use words well, that's word to my well worded This alcohol i bring to the cup with bottle service Im the big brother to niggas that fell circus You ain't nothing like your big brother, nigga you Seth Curry You move like ya leg prosthetic, ya fake stepping You tryna pick apart my story, no page left in I'm shining from the ground, the ceiling's my floor's essence Great lessons, so I soar through the air, like Dave Beckham My city on my back like whip scars in slavery to it Only nigga with the bravery to it So it's unidentified that I caught it like an alien do it My script game, Scorsese into it Niggas these shoes that I fill it The moment, I'll never step out 'em Knowing a lot of niggas upset bout 'em Regulars will keep you reg if you A-llow 'em Go on my voice memo app to hear my next album It's triple-double with fire assists with an egg and orange juice A piece of bacon and a side of grits I've been through the jungle and seen it all like a fire stick You get it a hieroglyph