Songtext Yourlifeyourrules ylyr Reason

Yourlifeyourrules ylyr

Ya
It's not good or bad, it's just different

Look, my nigga Picket got killed
He was dealing with some demons (Damn, what a loss)
This nigga told me he could get me into the music game quick
(Ya, but what that cost? My soul don't it?)
Fuck, that's too deep for the beginning nigga
Ya, but it gives it the soul feeling nigga
I write songs, pretendin' like HOV listenin' and
Cole mixin' the hit, while Em's engineerin' the shit
Told peep, we finna be rich
'Cause a nigga spit AID's, it's the illest of shit
And they split that fourth grade, more than wake up at six
And you don't wanna go to school, so you pretend to be sick
Damn, I spit that hungry nigga from his stomach flow
Matter of fact, this that do this for my mother flow
Role model didn't always give me what I wanted, yo
But gave me what I needed and asked me what I want it fo'
I love her, you gotta choose what's important boo
That's the reason all these niggas be distortin' you
She said "Reason, I'm so weak when it come to you"
Don't blame me, baby, you do everything you want to do
And you screw everyone you want to screw
That's just life, ain't nothing wrong with it
Don't let anyone tell you that you wrong girl
'Cause this your movie, baby, you gotta perform in it

I hope that one day, I get what's in store
What's in store for me
But I must realize quickly what's really important
Really important to me
It's your life, your rules

A young nigga got killed, had a scholarship to Duke
(Damn, what a loss)
Was on the block thuggin', tryna fit in with the cool
(And look at what that cost him, his soul right?)
Fuck, his twin sisters lost their bigger brother
Only 6, now they got to protect one another
His pops left when he only six
Cancer got his granny, and now the drugs got his mother
She couldn't handle tryna put her son in the ground
Now she usin' every fuckin' needle that she found
Nigga, why you tryin' to fit in with these thug niggas?
Knowin' deep down, they wish they were who you was nigga
Stairs to Heaven as you walk up that flight
You lookin' down on your family, goin' through it in life
All this fuckin' talent God gave you, nigga use it
Could have been anything, you chose to be stupid
Damn, I know that come off kind of ruthless
It's tough love, ain't nothing wrong with it
I'm just tryna keep the youth breathin'
'Cause this yo movie, you gotta perform in it

I hope that one day, I get what's in store
What's in store for me
But I must realize quickly what's really important
Really important to me
It's your life, your rules

Ya, Picket got killed, he was dealing with some demons
(Damn, what a loss)
This nigga told me he could get me into the music game quick
(Ya, but what that cost? Soul)