Without Rhyme Or Reason

If I start rambling, don't mind me I might get off track, but who doesn't it? I love rap music, but I hate the fake light... Usually calls the lord Weedy So, I choose not to take part in it On that extra seat, and just I do what I do I'ma write this writters Sometimes I'm overthink It's not ... it's how remind myself My clean activity flows best Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits It's all bullshit, if you ask me When you bend over just to go Platinum No, thank you As I'd be as clearly That I'm comfortable with myself And that's all that matters I made the point in my life with I'm cool with exterming perks I just roll my shit And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers But you got to follow me like Twitter This is not the casino... it won't be sweet Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets Without Rhyme or Reason I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence (x4) It feels so good to have my own staff This over rappers they try it They might like it Spend so much time copying tunes They don't even know what it's like to be Themselves Or is it that they don't like they sell Maybe you defend who do you .. doing What ? None Or maybe they would love you more Two actually tried, they never resured I know, we act like potential and ? Reality is not so gorgeous The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it You would lie, sex, money, fool, music I score points like a ... win trophy Yes, that nigga... balled out, but I'm really just having fun with you Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours Cause my life's awsome I'm all buried in stash food I might take a little time off I'm out at tropics Sending emails, drinks, laughing Getting tanned Without Rhyme or Reason I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence (x5) Do what I love, I don't follow low sequence