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Reaper (feat. Skydxddy)

Album: Reaper (feat. Skydxddy) Durasi: 4:03

Why are you so quick to doubt me (Why are you so quick to doubt me)

You can't do nothing without me (You can't do nothing without me)

And you ain't all that 'cause you found me

You don't know nothing about me, about me

There they go talking that same shit like they've been blameless

Tell them keep aimin', I leave stains with the stainless

Like to keep my name in they mouth when they nameless

Ay let 'em hate till they rage quit, try to throw shade in the day

I'ma boss catch my rays, get a pay lift

Sinner in the middle of my pen with

The venom, schizophrenic pen in hell

Bout to flip you with the nickel, wish 'em well

Not your average Prima Donna, eat your heart like Jeffery Dahmer

You're my son, and I'm the father

I see all, illumanati, why y'all acting so damn godly

Demons fleein' from my body, screaming like the night they got me

No caps them back on a track

So sick on the beat get it wrapped like a hazmat

Dodge my lyrics like a scat pack, check my logic - MD rat pack

Duck my flames, think you can match that

Don't get it twisted - gas cap

Pass that, see my name with dollar signs, cashapp

I'm the one they call when they need bodies buried

Cute as a fuckin' button so they never see me coming

Run a blade across your neck, bet you I could make you scream

Watch the blood drain from your body, while your gagging

That's my thing

I'm that guy that's kinda fly, I puff that hit, go diddy sky

Oh yes, I'm high, but she goes by, but we go fry

And leave you chickens tied by the side of

The drive, I cock it once, then he go high

We got that drip, but we don't die

You want that shade? Go cee-lo's eyes, sky

Like Cardi B I'll drug you, fuck you till unconscious

Pompous pricks and dirty dicks ain't no match for my subconscious

Gotcha eatin out my hand, bitch you never stood a chance

If you knew me then you'd know your girl already dropped her pants

Wish I was a hero, I know me, I got villain's needs

Spent it all on cereal, you see I'm on killing sprees

Banana clips I'm on ape shit, step on me, with guerrilla feet

I'm Jordan on this mic, no guarding me when I'm skillin' beats

(Wait a minute, Sky, bring that back real quick)

I don't know why I try so hard, meant to play a specific part

This dynamics gone to far now, why aren't I the one in charge now

I could cry but it'd be pointless, this club's made of silly boys

And blending in is so damn easy, treat them like they are G-Eazy

When there at the top will take them, doubting us they were mistaken

Poison in their crown, they're shaking, convulsing, there bodies aching

Take them by surprise they're fading, vigilante in the making

Say the word and I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

(Rap)