More songs by G Herbo
Description
A confident monologue spoken in a loud voice: each “I am the reason” sounds like a blow to the table. Here there is the glint of chains, the envy of others, and the memory that the street is not a metaphor, but a rigorous exam with no retakes. The words are a mixture of threat and pride, but fear slips between the lines: “if it weren't for rap, it would probably be prison or worse.” The music is held together by this tension - bright bravado mixed with the shadow of the past, where survival meant learning to be the cause of everything.
Producer: Don Cannon
Producer: Lyle Ledaff
Producer: Farmer
Mixing and mastering engineer: Nicholas “MBW” White
Composer and lyricist: Herbert Randall Wright III
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh
You already know it's me, man, the Big G
I was 16, pullin' up with foreign whips and -, poppin' out on my block
Hunnid thousand in jewels on
Ten thousand in my pockets, both pockets, man
Two-thousand-dollar fits, I swear to God, this back then, way back when
We showed you - how to do this -, man
We been flexin' 'round the city
Gettin' all the bad -, havin' motion, doin' what we wanted
And we was steppers, we showed you - not to play with us, for real, look
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason - rap about they set
I was the first one to put my dead man's around my neck, all baguettes
I was puttin' work in 'round the clock, ain't get no - rest
When we saw threats on the internet, we put opps to the test
If his head worth some money, got a youngin, come collect
Never fumble on no hit, they hop out broad day, come correct
Let the clip off, now they runnin', handgun hit like a TEC
But I told them - the streets, you better get that - check, -
Cut that weight off me, now I'm right back in full effect
Tell me how you hatin' on me, and I'm the reason you got respect, -
I ain't trippin', I stuff hollow tips all in my Vek
I stay ready to make a mess, 7.62 rip that vest, -
I'm a dawg off the leash, won't end up in no vet
I'm a Lamb', 'Rari, new McLaren, -, I ain't no 'Vette whipper
Ball with me, check, they ain't see me next
Got these suckers stressed, everything VS, yes
It's my season, they ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that, I'm the reason - check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block, but still go back
I'm the reason all these young - tryna rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings, I'm the reason my - flexin'
Your - sendin' paragraphs, and I'm the reason why she textin'
Everybody got a bag, and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they - a lesson, uh
Pull Maybachs in
N-, my whole team winnin' like the Pac-10
Broski get a hunnid sold as soon as the pack land
Rockin' yellow rose gold, my diamonds African
I got rich white money, but I'm a black man
Flow dope, I got 'em hooked just like the crack gen
Up that .40, now they shook, can't take back what they said
Every - diss my brother in the 'Raq, they dead
Bullets tap they head, yeah
I was fightin' a fed case, but I did not go fed
Pay my lawyer bread, then went and tuck my kids in bed
I'm still havin' nightmares, I wake up seein' red
Think back, if it weren't for rap, where would I be instead?
Prolly, prolly jail, prolly, prolly dead, prolly
I take care of my mama, I'm the man, Charlie
Yellin', "Free my partners," my boy kept it solid
Took his time, he comin' home, even though he got ten bodies
It's my season, they ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that, I'm the reason - check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block, but still go back
I'm the reason all these young - tryna rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings, I'm the reason my - flexin'
Your - sendin' paragraphs, and I'm the reason why she textin'
Everybody got a bag, and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they - a lesson, uh
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)