If I start rambling, don't mind me

I might get off track, but who doesn't it?

I love rap music, but I hate the fake light...

Usually calls the lord Weedy

So, I choose not to take part in it

On that extra seat, and just I do what I do

I'ma write this writters

Sometimes I'm overthink

It's not ... it's how remind myself

My clean activity flows best

Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits

It's all bullshit, if you ask me

When you bend over just to go Platinum

No, thank you

As I'd be as clearly

That I'm comfortable with myself

And that's all that matters

I made the point in my life with

I'm cool with exterming perks

I just roll my shit

And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers

But you got to follow me like Twitter

This is not the casino... it won't be sweet

Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets

Without Rhyme or Reason

I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence

(x4)

It feels so good to have my own staff

This over rappers they try it

They might like it

Spend so much time copying tunes

They don't even know what it's like to be

Themselves

Or is it that they don't like they sell

Maybe you defend who do you .. doing

What ? None

Or maybe they would love you more

Two actually tried, they never resured

I know, we act like potential and ?

Reality is not so gorgeous

The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it

You would lie, sex, money, fool, music

I score points like a ... win trophy

Yes, that nigga... balled out, but

I'm really just having fun with you

Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours

Cause my life's awsome

I'm all buried in stash food

I might take a little time off

I'm out at tropics

Sending emails, drinks, laughing

Getting tanned

Without Rhyme or Reason

I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence

(x5)

Do what I love, I don't follow low sequence