No Reason

Lyrics

[Intro] You know what I'm sayin', like I been in the dirt a long time my G Trappin' since high school, word Me and certain niggas ain't got nothin' in common You feel me? (Facts) [Verse 1] You nice but I'm nice different I turn grams and white bitches tan into light skin That I'm the top chef, top chef, top chef I made sure everything in the top stretched I'm the top chef, God bless, birds by the flock slept Inside of the burned box nest I emerge in the curb and a hot step I'm the gremlin in the dirt that got wet I turn 1 brick into 3 So as it twirl in the pot it turn to a box set You heard it was not murdered and got deaf I heard what you guys serve and it's not fresh What I twirl in the pyrex turn to a 5-X It rise as it's burnin' by biceps Whole arm in the pot, from the bottom of the fork Arm's in a top, I lost my whole arm when it lock It forms like a smoke bomb and it drops And it's all gone like a snowball when it's hot And fuck yo' rap sheet Don't tell nobody if you hard or you not It just mean you got outsmarted outsmartin' the cops (Woo) That tough talk shit just get annoyin' When I met rappers I looked up to I was disappointed (Damn) Still wherever the dot land is where the pistol pointed (Brr) I'm in the kitchen, I'm mixin' the poison with the ointment Bless [Chorus: Prodigy] Punch niggas dead in they face for no reason (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Make me wanna punch niggas dead in they face for no reason (What's up? Boom) Pun-pun-punch niggas dead in they face for no reason I'll throw a TV at you, you crazy? (Huh?) Wanna punch niggas dead in they face for no reason My attitude's all fucked up and real shitty, P [Verse 2] Trap god in Jesus name When I come on the block it feel like Jesus came Don't compare me to your man, bitch, he's a lame If he compare me to him, bitch, he's insane I'm the top chef, top chef, top chef You can't [?] you gotta take what I got left I be bakin' the crop fresh, this is hoodie season, nigga I'm makin' a mock neck, school of hardknocks Came with the grade and you got F's Are you afraid of the Loch Ness That bathe in the swamp? Yes, I'm breakin' the [?] neck I'm the birdman, the devil comin' with crazy offers Every time I smell crack burn and it made me nauseous New Ferrari, what's under the hood? Baby horses Dry snitches tryna break the law and tape record us I'll take a wall and make a fortress I'll take the raw and make a swordfish I shake stakes all shake and bake into 8 ball like I'm makin' sausage After I take the apron off, then I'm takin' all this, haaa [Chorus: Prodigy] Punch niggas dead in they face for no reason (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Make me wanna punch niggas dead in they face for no reason (What's up? Boom) Pun-pun-punch niggas dead in they face for no reason I'll throw a TV at you, you crazy? (Huh?) Wanna punch niggas dead in they face for no reason My attitude's all fucked up and real shitty, P