Pink Wraith Freestyle/Reaper (feat. FØÑŽŒ)

Shout out young swisher
Uh, Check
8 to the third
Hey, what's the word
You could spread the music like the rumors that you heard
Bitch I'm coming up
Hundred for a verse
I a'int playing with these niggas put 'em all in a hearse
I a'int coming to rehearse
Get the word out nigga cause I'm too lit
A nigga broke and hating, then that mother fucker's stupid
Pull up to your party, gang is mother fucking suited
You're my ride or die, never question if you're shooting
Infinity, nigga I got the remedy
Spoke without a melody, mother fucking density
If the times right, I'mma have to pull a Kennedy
Shooting for my head, fake a murder for the century
Wiping out the memory like a nigga's smoking ganja
Smoking, toking, focused on the bitches holding Prada
Credit goes unnoticed like a danger to Ramada
What happens here stays here, tripping like Nevada
Bumping Prima Donna, looking at the tv
Thinking 'bout the times everybody tried to be me
Everybody touch a nigga, something like a ouija
Yelling three me when you see me
Dripping Fiji, shit is easy
They be sleepy, snoozed out on the street side
I'mma throw it way back to my knee highs
Little nigga, white town hoping he dies
I'mma bring the lights down smoking bee hives
Smoking three, five niggas in my street lights
Rolling three flights, hit her with the sweet lines
Knowing he writes sitting in a big bank
Top down, sitting, pimping in a pink wraith
Look at his face, niggas isn't impressed
Pop your temple never worry bout a big vest
Shorty saying that she loves me in them nike techs
Hit your bitch and your side said to pipe next
I be dolo when I'm smoking on that Mary Jane
I just hit a shorty last week, I forgot her name
Young nigga tryna focus on me spitting flames
Catch her on the flip side while she's with them lames, uh
These niggas hating cause I'm moving with the mouth closed
You think I'm lying nigga? No one in my house knows
All the different shit I've been doing would make my town fold
You're claiming real nigga shit but you're a clown though
Striizy

Anxiety
Depression
Regret, Shame, and Hate
Sometimes they keep me in my dreams I don't think I'm ever gonna be free
For Real

Mind faded, I'm conflicted
My true self, I leave constricted
So much hate in my heart, no wonder why I'm elusive
But these elusive demons
Got a nigga believing
Is it really you or is it really them
Oh fuck it, I'm dreaming
Soon I'll wake up in freedom
Soon I'll never have to face em
Soon I'll never let the pain take me away of what I'm really feeling
'Cause I done gave up on feeling
'Cause of what life's been dealing
'Cause I don't know the ones who's really there for me
And the ones who really don't care for me
God damn

I know
The reaper's steady looking, trying to take over
But I'm stronger than that nigga, we gon' get closer
You know you can call me up and we can beat it all
Beat it all

I used to cover my scars, now I pull up in a short sleeve
All of my demons be talking and whispering, I get attacked but I don't leave
I just breathe in and breathe out, hit the stu, lay it down knowing I got a whole team
I was focused on my own dream
Had to kick it with 'em, see the whole thing
I had my demons in sixth grade
Suicidal with a big brain
I was weaker than the fifth day
Told my business and I didn't feel shame
I was so young when I turned to weed
Everyone's buying designer rings
Everyone's trying to clip the wings
And I'm in the stu toking finer things
Yeah
Everybody turned to a critic
I'm Peter Griffin at my lowest, ain't no punning intended
I see my demons in the corner trying to make me dependent
I do it for my descendants
I know the block be depending on a nigga to get through all of my problems
I'm on a roll, what the fuck is the problem?
"Get honor roll and we'll never bother"
Y'all niggas bitch-made, word to your father
Nigga

I know
The reaper's steady looking, trying to take over
But I'm stronger than that nigga, we gon' get closer
You know you can call me up and we can beat it all
Beat it all
Yeah, Yeah