Give Me A Reason

[Verse 1: Boldy James] They say its never rains in Southern California But when you from a state where it's always snowin' You tend to not believe the things that people tell you Shit that I done seen please believe they gon' fail you In your time of dire needs street dreams they gon' sell you Take you to a place where can't nobody gon' help you Or run to your rescue I give respect where it's due You, you only gonna do what I let you Nigga don't let me catch you With this Drew Bledsoe And I look at you Reaching for a gun you can't get to Beat you to the stash It don't matter what he grab when I flash You can have drum on your pistol Or a pack of machines stuffed full of SCUD missiles With extended magazines niggas gon' get they issue By any means, shit, we more than official Put you out of your misery Have a morgue and it [Hook: Boldy James] Who do you believe in? (Me or them?) Cause looks can be deceiving (So think again) And I done been deceived So it's a lot of things that don't sit right with me So be easy (cool my dude) Who do you believe in? (Me or them?) Cause looks can be deceiving (When you me) And by the looks of things this shit ain't what it seems nigga Just give me a reason [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Bullets holes in Momma whip 7 chrome in my Momma couch Watchin' the way I'm walking before they run in my Momma House Baby bro with the problems, I promise he'll never talk it out Grammar school I draw on the lines, was born to chalk them out 5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van, but I seen through it Got a deuce 5 and the skate highs, that was 10th grade back in 09' Got a .45 soon as Nitty died, on the North side banging 65 I don't give passes, back-back and shit-bag I'm shit drastic Piss-poor so I skip classes, still got on them Jays though No problem nigga, I pop a nigga to get the shit that he paid for Brown bandana sittin' on my face, I'm a Yannc ho Got a black bitch from Bompton down to spank hoes Never hit the court room, stayin' with that Drake flow Trying to get that Drake dough, livin' where he started at Eight ain't got no hammer just blam 'em ain't gotta cock it back Boy [Hook] [Verse 3: Boldy James] After the first time it's pretty much a piece of cake So if you ain't 'bout this life you probably can't relate to it If you were silver spoon fed back in '88 I had to eat with my hands out of paper plates Made my great escape Satan's greatest trick was convincing the world that he didn't exist So meet the man out the myth, the devil in the flesh Hell block, drugs zone seven six Detroit Michigan We the new Bangladesh, the source and the fear I need a new weigh connect (trey six) To give em to me for the two way But of course that depends on if you make it back ? have you ever perhaps been in a trap so hot you couldn't relax? Sweatin' bullets, hunnit shots in a TEC Gotta crook in my neck and it ain't no lookin' back [Hook]