Peter Leo - No Reason Lyrics
What if i don't care what nobody asked me?What if i still played the corner and clapped heat?What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to?Would i be the same dad my kids look up to?(But what if they don't care?)Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weedIs gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away awayI wake up in a daze, trapped in a mazeTryna be a good dad and still rap on that stagePerhaps I've been plagued for acting insaneThe packs I flipped, gats I gripped, slapped my ***** manHad my how on point like a toothpickBut i was abusive, they labeled me ruthlessIts eye for an eye, I monitor your soulThe part of you that's faithless is the side that I control48 laws and not one is gods ownBut i got to get this money and the streets is all I know***** you if you're hungryI got to feed my fam firstAnd ***** you if you're eatingIts you who i would blam firstBut for now things are looking up or so it seemsI got my little deal my little family little dreamsBut the way I'm in the streets all dayThey might just take me awayOr put a bullet in my head fore' i squeeze first...What if i don't care what nobody asked me?What if i still played the corner and clapped heat?What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to?Would i be the same dad my kids look up to?(But what if they don't care?)Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weedIs gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away awayWhat a difference one day could makeI was broke yesterday now im running from JakeYou was dope yesterday so why you holding your face?I been official since a lil' nigga spitting on tapeWhen my team hit the block the whole perimeter shakeGo in the crib dudes out only the bitties could stayI been through the breaks out of state hustling weightWhile you was in your crib selling nicks *****ing up cakeI been in many chicks, henny twist, pennies to bricksI hit up many cliques, semi's spit, peddling piff, ahhhhSelling my girls body at coke partiesToo busy to take a shot G throw up a toast for meThem niggas that i roll with go up and close for meWith the colt 40 and bloaw - the end of your storyAt least your shorty was getting that bread for meAt least your story is better than no story niggaWhat if i don't care what nobody asked me?What if i still played the corner and clapped heat?What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to?Would i be the same dad my kids look up to?(But what if they don't care?)Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weedIs gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away
