Something More - Reason

Dangers

Faded, all gone

You’ve been around

I let you walk on

Dangers

Faded, all gone

You’ve been around

I let you walk on, ohh, oh

I need something more

I need something more from you

I need something more (So)

I need something more (Look)

She got a thing for designer bags that she can’t afford

Cost more than the rent, she was staying on the second floor

Me and shawty was cruising and creeping in the Honda

We was on the same accord but also ridin' in the same Accord

I would stay up chasing dreams, steady racing forward

Still chasing dreams, but lately, they paying more

I would devote all my time and you would hate me for it

But if I didn’t, and I was broke, then you would hate me more

I was so broke without a job, they done canceled my insurance

Crashed the whip next morning, when it rain, it pours

Fast forward, all my problems done deflated some

But see, the hate around a nigga, it inflated more

Signed to Top Dawg, nigga, that’s my greatest score

But lost a lot, feel like I can’t lose for winnin'

Tryna clear my mind, I gotta make room for vision

Did bad to gain a lot, I had to pay dues with sinnin', but I’m still here

Death encounters, had a handful, bruh

I could have left before expected, I had Andrew’s luck

Remember signin' them papers and all the fam pulled up

Takin' shots of the Henny while we smokin' and celebratin'

Fuck overnight, nigga, we had the best patience

A new father is proud of the steps taken

Can’t go back to how we was living 'cause death waitin', shit

I got a blessed vision, feel like the best in it

This all heart, I had to say it with my chest, nigga

I gotta hustle, take my steps and put some pep in it

Signed and left with it, went with Rock on tour

Feel like Bed Bath &Beyond, I got a lot in store

Put in my soul into this shit I need my M’s piled up

Deal died, if karma real, it woulda been got us

I’m tryna change the way I live and how our men brought up

Name Robert, they remember me for the kids I’ve touched

Made a mil, not enough until I’m Ghost whippin' in a Rolls

Sliding down the road with some hoes, and I need

Mo' money, mo' bread, I can’t loaf, nigga

Doon-Doon locked up and I’m worried 'bout hoes, nigga

Why I give my time to all my greatest vices?

Know everything costs, but never pay the prices

You don’t feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing

See you niggas say you artists, but can’t paint it like us

Like, why I give my time to all my greatest vices?

You know everything costs, but never pay the prices

You don’t feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing

See you niggas say you artists, but don’t paint it like us

That’s real

I need something more

I need something more, baby

I need something more (I'll never want)

I need something more