Letter To the Reaper (feat. Aj vs 1k)
Paranoid I see the reaper keeping
They wan me dead out of spite
Cause these niggas envy me
But I won't let you take my life
No I won't meet the reaper
30 Round on Glock it's by my side
And I can't wait to squeeze it
Fuck all that shit you niggas talking
Bitch you know I'm bought it
Hit em up dis week next week
Funereal then spray up da coffin
100 hundred round on tec strapped up with vest
Got to keep these niggas off me
Time to make a mess hit em in his neck
Shoot out his mouth for talking
If I'ma die you bitches coming with me
Paranoid can't trust nobody trigger finger itchy
Homicide out on da block
You know this shit get wicked
Mad cause I don't fuck with no rat
Lil bitch we killing mickey
They send a hit lil bitch
You know anybody can get it
And I ain't going for none
Headshot call em a dolphin put a hole in one
Go James Bond with all these Glocks
Don't need no golden guns
Fuck em all kill all the oops
Murder yo hoe and son
And when it comes to beef
Niggas know that I'm stepping
Whole team toting Glocks
Dem choppas and Smith and Wesson
Running never an option
You looking for me get at me
They dat I'ma pop and them murders
Made me a savage yeah
Many men wish death upon me
Bløød in my eyes dog and I can't see
I'm possessed with these Glocks and 223s
Cause niggas want to take my life away
I feel like god and the devil be plotting on me
That's why it fuck the world
Got the choppas on me
Same niggas killed my brother
They plotting on me
And the reaper want to take my life
I know many men wanna do me in
So I'm riding with da carben
And the mac 10 they pretend
But I don't pretend pull up with my friends
In a gold benz shoot out bow bow
We gone leave a man down man down
We don't play around pounds come around
Get em gone when I needed niggas
They didn't pick up the phone
They had left played me to the left
Did this shit myself balling hard Steph
Death take a breath aj really step
On promethazine carben thing
Fry yo chicken wing
Pull up in the mother fucking coup
With the billy jean
Many men wish death upon me
Bløød in my eyes dog and I can't see
I'm possessed with these Glocks and 223s
Cause niggas want to take my life away
I feel like god and the devil be plotting on me
That's why it fuck the world
Got the choppas on me
Same niggas killed my brother
They plotting on me
And the reaper want to take my life
They wan me dead out of spite
Cause these niggas envy me
But I won't let you take my life
No I won't meet the reaper
30 Round on Glock it's by my side
And I can't wait to squeeze it
Fuck all that shit you niggas talking
Bitch you know I'm bought it
Hit em up dis week next week
Funereal then spray up da coffin
100 hundred round on tec strapped up with vest
Got to keep these niggas off me
Time to make a mess hit em in his neck
Shoot out his mouth for talking
If I'ma die you bitches coming with me
Paranoid can't trust nobody trigger finger itchy
Homicide out on da block
You know this shit get wicked
Mad cause I don't fuck with no rat
Lil bitch we killing mickey
They send a hit lil bitch
You know anybody can get it
And I ain't going for none
Headshot call em a dolphin put a hole in one
Go James Bond with all these Glocks
Don't need no golden guns
Fuck em all kill all the oops
Murder yo hoe and son
And when it comes to beef
Niggas know that I'm stepping
Whole team toting Glocks
Dem choppas and Smith and Wesson
Running never an option
You looking for me get at me
They dat I'ma pop and them murders
Made me a savage yeah
Many men wish death upon me
Bløød in my eyes dog and I can't see
I'm possessed with these Glocks and 223s
Cause niggas want to take my life away
I feel like god and the devil be plotting on me
That's why it fuck the world
Got the choppas on me
Same niggas killed my brother
They plotting on me
And the reaper want to take my life
I know many men wanna do me in
So I'm riding with da carben
And the mac 10 they pretend
But I don't pretend pull up with my friends
In a gold benz shoot out bow bow
We gone leave a man down man down
We don't play around pounds come around
Get em gone when I needed niggas
They didn't pick up the phone
They had left played me to the left
Did this shit myself balling hard Steph
Death take a breath aj really step
On promethazine carben thing
Fry yo chicken wing
Pull up in the mother fucking coup
With the billy jean
Many men wish death upon me
Bløød in my eyes dog and I can't see
I'm possessed with these Glocks and 223s
Cause niggas want to take my life away
I feel like god and the devil be plotting on me
That's why it fuck the world
Got the choppas on me
Same niggas killed my brother
They plotting on me
And the reaper want to take my life
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Writer(s): Farrakmad Price
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