No Reason Lyrics - Singles - Peter Leo

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 weed 

Is gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away 

I wake up in a daze, trapped in a maze 

Tryna be a good dad and still rap on that stage 

Perhaps I've been plagued for acting insane 

The packs I flipped, gats I gripped, slapped my bitch man 

Had my how on point like a toothpick 

But i was abusive, they labeled me ruthless 

Its eye for an eye, I monitor your soul 

The part of you that's faithless is the side that I control 

48 laws and not one is gods own 

But i got to get this money and the streets is all I know 

Fuck you if you're hungry 

I got to feed my fam first 

And fuck you if you're eating 

Its you who i would blam first 

But for now things are looking up or so it seems 

I got my little deal my little family little dreams 

But the way I'm in the streets all day 

They might just take me away 

Or 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 weed 

Is gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away 

What a difference one day could make 

I was broke yesterday now im running from Jake 

You was dope yesterday so why you holding your face? 

I been official since a lil' nigga spitting on tape 

When my team hit the block the whole perimeter shake 

Go in the crib dudes out only the bitties could stay 

I been through the breaks out of state hustling weight 

While you was in your crib selling nicks fucking up cake 

I been in many chicks, henny twist, pennies to bricks 

I hit up many cliques, semi's spit, peddling piff, ahhhh 

Selling my girls body at coke parties 

Too busy to take a shot G throw up a toast for me 

Them niggas that i roll with go up and close for me 

With the colt 40 and bloaw - the end of your story 

At least your shorty was getting that bread for me 

At least your story is better than no story nigga