Reaper Lyrics

Uh, this shit a breeze, ya dig, don't need to blow what your secret is

Cashing these cards to max, don't even know what the visa did

Slamming my foot on the gas, I don't got time to tuck sleep no kid

Yeah they talk plenty of trash in traffic, way home from that pizza gig

Speaking to Jesus, meet your maker, miss the reaper

Preach through a speaker, this shit a soap box, can't be bleaker

That's why I'm running a bag, taxing they ass for a feature

It ain't bout nothing to brag, that's human nature, I'm a creature

I got a right to retain the flexing that come with the name

Especially considered the change of only hitting me with something to gain

Fuck it, can't personalize it, just wouldn't advise it

Reevaluate the circle you tribed with, make sure your guys fit

Love from Philly to New Brunswick and Spa six, learned angles of politics

The scramble of punches can feel like a mosh pit, begging to squash it

Socking out sockets, turn into rockets, rather shift back to the pockets

Changed the thing she was originally rocking once her fabric felt the faucet

Monday we shopping and blew a bag, Tuesday she rocked cause I blew her back

Equations the same when you do the math, that's why she came cause I knew her path

She yelling my name like producer tags, shit might sound fire on the intro

You try recording your maiden, you turning the gain bout as high as the shit go

Uh, this shit a breeze, ya dig, don't need to blow what your secret is

Cashing these cards to max, don't even know what the visa did

Slamming my foot on the gas, I don't got time to tuck sleep no kid

Yeah they talk plenty of trash in traffic, way home from that pizza gig

Speaking to Jesus, meet your maker, miss the reaper

Preach through a speaker, this shit a soap box, can't be bleaker

That's why I'm running a bag, taxing they ass for a feature

It ain't bout nothing to brag, that's human nature, I'm a creature

I'm sturdy, but wasn't born in New York or New Jersey, Pennsylvania the name of it

Dirty, three cities all surrounded by dirt roads and some racist codes, hardly

Buried, Philadelphia is filled with the thirties, both clips and the Fetty and

Perkies, how much evidence in the Delaware, Schuylkill where the waters are murky?

I can't front hold the city down to the first street

Think you got the juice? Boy you Dr. Seuss, all you do deliver nurseries

Call that something like a mid wife

I'm in tact, fam on my back, fuck could I prove through a fist fight?

But looky don't push me baby, I'm still maturing more every day

And I'm loved by most including my folks who ain't 'posed to get carried way

Practice Spanish in Los Angeles, til I'm parasailing out in Paraguay

With my boss dime, sitting court side, talking shit like Mary J

Uh, this shit a breeze, ya dig, don't need to blow what your secret is

Cashing these cards to max, don't even know what the visa did

Slamming my foot on the gas, I don't got time to tuck sleep no kid

Yeah they talk plenty of trash in traffic, way home from that pizza gig

Speaking to Jesus, meet your maker, miss the reaper

Preach through a speaker, this shit a soap box, can't be bleaker

That's why I'm running a bag, taxing they ass for a feature

It ain't bout nothing to brag, that's human nature, I'm a creature