[Chorus: REASON]

Finish it from across the waters

And we got your bitch hot and bothered

Came in the rooms with amateur novice

Play the bench and flip it to starters

Ghetto gods we taking it farther

Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters

[Verse 1: REASON]

Yeah, and so it seems

I was Top Dawg, Martin Luther King

Dirty work to get the W in rings

I'm the one that hit the board and set the screens

Maybe Malcolm gets his shit by any means, yeah

Balancing highs with the lows

Black kings here, check the guns at the doors

My bitch too exclusive, keep the cameras on the flow

Yeah, it's for the hooligans and hustlers

Narrative to cancel out our leaders, y'all some busters

Hov come from where we came from, so we trust 'em

So if I see a NFL deal, I know what's coming

Get that on the back end

To reach my dream, I had to damn near sell my Lexus

I had to live my worst days to write my best shit

And now it's envelope money, get the message

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: REASON]

Finish it from across the waters

And we got your bitch hot and bothered

Came in the rooms with amateur novice

Played the bench and flip it to starters

Ghetto gods we taking it farther

Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

The ones you least expect, and leave you on stuck

They done fucked over some real ones, so homie, I'm done

Brody, I told me it's up, we at them high levels

Fresh back home from vacay, only time I settled

Couple of my day ones down, they can't get bail

I was on that plug shit way back in 2012

Got a demon with a hot style, pussy good as hell

Time flying just like me in traffic and good Chanel

I'm just reversing the V12 while I'm ashing

You ain't gotta compliment the wave, I know I'm splashing

Chevron tape, Ron Flo's, Hit-Boy gassing

We on that summer madness, stay on that summer sadness

Going out bad like four-year-olds

Didn't see a psychic, but I know what my fortune holds

'Cause I do my job, I think we the 24 Lynch Mob

Might run up in your office with a bat and break a laptop

This ain't the whole picture, this just a snapshot

They think I ain't got the shit crackin' and they doing crack rock

Hooping on the blacktop, taught me dealing with scars

You can still get back to it and reach the stars

Three cigars in at the lounge, I'm making rounds

Try and show big hitters' more out there than weighing pounds

We damn near like a pops to each other

Big brother, sins of my father, I'm praying I don't suffer

[Chorus: REASON]

Finish it from across the waters

And we got your bitch hot and bothered

Came in the rooms with amateur novice

Played the bench and flip it to starters

Ghetto gods we taking it farther

Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters