If I start rambling, dont mind me
I might get off track, but who doesnt
I love rap music, but I hate the fake lifestyle
And usually come to law with it
So I choose not to part take it
All the and just do what I do
Ima write this write sometimes I over think
Its not that serious I remind myself
My creativity flows best
When Im not concerned we try to make hits
Its all fucked up if you ask me
When you want just to go platinum,
No thank you, its obvious clearly
That Im comfortable with myself
And thats all that matters
Im at the point in my life where
Im cool in the external perks
I just want my share
And I can show you how to live to the fullest
But you gotta follow me like Twitter
This is not the group, it wont be sweet
Hella hard boulevard not easy street
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
It feels so good to have my own style
These other rappers should try it, they might like it
They spend so much time copying trends
They dont even know what its like to be themselves
Or is it that they dont like theyself
Maybe you aint have none
But maybe they would love you more
Until you actually try you can never be sure
I know, back cause your reality is not so gorgeous
The ugly truth, that you aint got the heart to face it
You would lie, money, food, music
I score points like and win trophies
Having fun with it, no hate
You should be concerned with yours
Cause my life is awesome
Im very successful, I might take a little time off out in the Tropic
Sip drinks, laugh and get tanned
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence
Without rhyme or reason
I do without love, I dont follow no sequence.