The Reaper Arrived

They upset that the reaper arrived, I tell em to watch where they stepping
Ain't no options even if you hide, I'm Terminator with the weapon
Gotta ask, why you surprised? Knowing I'm a blow up any second
I might act a little shy but the glocky always got a message

Smokin on that gas, we finally swerve and cough
I do not know Jeffery but I always been above the law
12th grade, Mr. Trap
I left your pack and carts inside the stall
Mid-grade, that's a fact
Know for a fact, your plugs, I know em all

Rage shit
Rage shit
I do shit that's so original
Blade hit
Face slit
Throw this fade, don't throw subliminals
Blaze shit
Don't graze shit
Could give a fuck if he a criminal
Perfect shots, I work with visuals
Serving blocks right off my digital

Fuck your collective, boy you know the real clique
Fuck your collective, boy you know the real clique

It's P 5 to the 4 fucking 8
P 5 to the 4 fucking 8

They upset that the reaper arrived, I tell em to watch where they stepping
Ain't no options even if you hide, I'm Terminator with the weapon
Gotta ask, why you surprised? Knowing I'm a blow up any second
I might act a little shy but the glocky always got a message



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Writer(s): Noah Fisher
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