[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 k** shows Till I fall they will know, that Reason The Ma** is real though If not then I guess they're f**ing their selves like mommies at home with dil*os 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