[Intro: REASON]
Ya
It's not good or bad, it's just different

[Verse 1: REASON]
Look, my n***a Picket got killed
He was dealing with some demons (damn, what a loss)
This n***a told me he could get me into the music game quick
(ya, but what that cost? My soul don't it?)
Fuck, that's too deep for the beginning n***a
Ya, but it gives it the soul feeling n***a
I write songs, pretendin' like HOV listenin' and
Cole mixin' the hit, while Em's engineerin' the shit
Told peep, we finna be rich
'Cause a n***a spit AID's, it's the illest of shit
And they split that fourth grade, more than wake up at six
And you don't wanna go to school, so you pretend to be sick
Damn, I spit that hungry-n***a-from-his-stomach flow
Matter of fact, this that do-this-for-my-mother flow
Role model didn't always give me what I wanted, yo
But gave me what I needed and asked me what I want it fo'
I love her, you gotta choose what's important boo
That's the reason all these n***as be distortin' you
She said "REASON, I'm so weak when it come to you"
Don't blame me, baby, you do everything you want to do
And you screw everyone you want to screw
That's just life, ain't nothing wrong with it
Don't let anyone tell you that you wrong girl
'Cause this your movie, baby, you gotta perform in it
[Chorus: D Beezey]
I hope that one day, I get what's in store
What's in store for me
But I must realize quickly what's really important
Really important to me
It's your life, your rules

[Verse 2: REASON]
A young n***a got killed, had a scholarship to Duke
(damn, what a loss)
Was on the block thuggin', tryna fit in with the cool
(and look at what that cost him, his soul right?)
Fuck, his twin sisters lost their bigger brother
Only 6, now they got to protect one another
His pops left when he only six
Cancer got his granny, and now the drugs got his mother
She couldn't handle tryna put her son in the ground
Now she usin' every fuckin' needle that she found
N***a, why you tryin' to fit in with these thug n***as?
Knowin' deep down, they wish they were who you was n***a
Stairs to Heaven as you walk up that flight
You lookin' down on your family, goin' through it in life
All this fuckin' talent God gave you, n***a use it
Could have been anything, you chose to be stupid
Damn, I know that come off kind of ruthless
It's tough love, ain't nothing wrong with it
I'm just tryna keep the youth breathin'
'Cause this yo movie, you gotta perform in it
[Chorus: D Beezey]
I hope that one day, I get what's in store
What's in store for me
But I must realize quickly what's really important
Really important to me
It's your life, your rules

[Outro: REASON]
Ya, Picket got killed, he was dealing with some demons
(damn, what a loss)
This n***a told me he could get me into the music game quick
(ya, but what that cost?)
Soul