The Prelude
Yeah
The writer's block is over
Shit, it's time to fuck the game up
It's been a minute
I had to distress, meaning less talk and mo' blunt smoke
Niggas know i ain't no bitch so trust me lil homie, you don't want smoke
Know they stay prayin' on my downfall but i "Stay Schemin" like Drizzy & Ross in 2012
Got some habits that keep fucking up my health
And i seen some shit that i would rather not tell
Shawty look angelic but she stay giving me Hell
On a long night, i tend to roll a blunt & write a couple raps just to get my head right
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
Yeah
Nigga i got blood ties with niggas getting cream off that stock rise
Not like these rap niggas capping all the time
While y'all sleeping, i be scheming on that demon time
It's hard to sleep when you've got thoughts of seeing green like Mansa Musa
When i die, bury me a real G inside a sarcophagus
Once upon a time in the projects, we were skipping school tryna get pussy
That old shit was half-cooked
Niggas all overlooked
Nowadays it's really fuck how they feel
Tryna get my wallet bigger than two Uncle Phil's
I be on some humble shit but when I'm on the field, i ain't got no friends
Like Shaq O' Neal back in 99' with Kobe Bryant
They told me once you get inside, it's hard to come out, they wasn't lying
See i'm looking at these thugs in suits, steady waiting to recruit the next investment
Letting go of all this shit that's hindering my soul's progression
Like beefs with niggas over bitches that just love the streets
You was barely through second base but she was in my sheets
That's just how the game goes, you win some, you lose some, can't be trusting these hoes
Cos I'm certain they got niggas on the bench going in for the starters but that's your girl and you still love her
Yeah
Far from a lover
I think i'm better off alone, too bad that's not the case when i'm home alone
Get my favourite girl to roll a blunt, love it when she get it lit
Got me feeling like i hit a lick
Can't wait to build a house for my momma when i make my first mill, that's just how i feel
Yeah
Reaper
The writer's block is over
Shit, it's time to fuck the game up
It's been a minute
I had to distress, meaning less talk and mo' blunt smoke
Niggas know i ain't no bitch so trust me lil homie, you don't want smoke
Know they stay prayin' on my downfall but i "Stay Schemin" like Drizzy & Ross in 2012
Got some habits that keep fucking up my health
And i seen some shit that i would rather not tell
Shawty look angelic but she stay giving me Hell
On a long night, i tend to roll a blunt & write a couple raps just to get my head right
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
Yeah
Nigga i got blood ties with niggas getting cream off that stock rise
Not like these rap niggas capping all the time
While y'all sleeping, i be scheming on that demon time
It's hard to sleep when you've got thoughts of seeing green like Mansa Musa
When i die, bury me a real G inside a sarcophagus
Once upon a time in the projects, we were skipping school tryna get pussy
That old shit was half-cooked
Niggas all overlooked
Nowadays it's really fuck how they feel
Tryna get my wallet bigger than two Uncle Phil's
I be on some humble shit but when I'm on the field, i ain't got no friends
Like Shaq O' Neal back in 99' with Kobe Bryant
They told me once you get inside, it's hard to come out, they wasn't lying
See i'm looking at these thugs in suits, steady waiting to recruit the next investment
Letting go of all this shit that's hindering my soul's progression
Like beefs with niggas over bitches that just love the streets
You was barely through second base but she was in my sheets
That's just how the game goes, you win some, you lose some, can't be trusting these hoes
Cos I'm certain they got niggas on the bench going in for the starters but that's your girl and you still love her
Yeah
Far from a lover
I think i'm better off alone, too bad that's not the case when i'm home alone
Get my favourite girl to roll a blunt, love it when she get it lit
Got me feeling like i hit a lick
Can't wait to build a house for my momma when i make my first mill, that's just how i feel
Yeah
Reaper
Credits
Writer(s): Philasande Mabaso
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