No Reason

[Intro: King SWyFT]
SWyFT
Feel me?

[Chorus: King SWyFT]
Ain't no reason for me to turn back, I'm all in
This is where I come to release passion
All them niggas lack so they callin' me bad shit
I guess if practice makes perfect, I'm defined as
The pinnacle of perfection, uh, keepin' 'em guessin'
My next move gon' do more than the last, nigga
If you step to my level, that'll be
One, two, done through, quick when I blast you

[Verse 1: King SWyFT]
I don't see a reason to stop, nigga, my palms itchin'
It can turn into somethin', you don't wanna take part in it
If it wouldn't be up in y'all endin', let's call quittin'
And then I'm more than willin' to finish what you started
If I gotta, bitch, I'm a problem
It's a lot of niggas you can test, but I'm not one
Shit, this a hot one, burn for my style that they bit like hush 'nem
Say they never fold but they been, now they drop some
Askin' me when I'ma drop somethin'
Then when I did, look who popped up
Knock 'em down like I'm condescendin', get it to the cake
Make it pound, not like Drake, I hops in to the crowd
Get to feelin' me, nigga, the energy lit in the venue (Word)
It's a promise, there ain't no limit to what I can do
I ain't gotta cater to you haters, I'ma make it on my own
I'm on the way, so what's the issue? (Yeah)

[Chorus: King SWyFT]
Ain't no reason for me to turn back, I'm all in
This is where I come to release passion
All them niggas lack so they callin' me bad shit
I guess if practice makes perfect, I'm defined as
The pinnacle of perfection, uh, keepin' 'em guessin'
My next move gon' do more than the last, nigga
If you step to my level, that'll be
One, two, done through—blast you

[Verse 2: Alcott]
Yeah, my level far above the median
If you ain't God, then don't call for obedience
If I co-op, then it's always expedient
I ain't no stand-up guy, y'all some comedians (Jokers)
Whole squad full of clowns, your circle's a circus
I spark up a crowd, do a surgeon and surge us
And I ain't no personable person, so better be
Thinkin' a bit before you spit a verse in a version (Woah)
And I ain't nihilistic, but I get annihilistic
When they question why I do this and they wanna know why I risk it
I was born for it, from the boom bap to the horrorcore
It's always been the only thing I'm really drawn towards (Ayy)
So I perfect the craft of a sure next and for less, I laugh
More than half, my retractor's really active
Who be lyin' with concurrent that they yearnin' for my termination
They just secret fans impersonatin' a purse of hate

[Chorus: King SWyFT]
Ain't no reason for me to turn back, I'm all in
This is where I come to release passion
All them niggas lack so they callin' me bad shit
I guess if practice makes perfect, I'm defined as
The pinnacle of perfection, uh, keepin' 'em guessin'
My next move gon' do more than the last, nigga
If you step to my level, that'll be
One, two, done through—blast, nigga