Grim Reaper (feat. Controlled Chaos)

Two blunts in rotation, got a call from my lil' bro
Said he heard somebody rollin' through
They were posted in the back at the show
Told him hold up, wait a minute
I asked him if he saw his face
Said he had a hoodie on
Masked up with a grin, chiefin'
Six foot three
Bitch, it's me, I'm the Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers wanna see me locked down
Posted in the cut like I ain't leavin'
Unless the quap 'round
Thinkin' I fell off, take a look at what I got now
Hit the re-up, speakers bangin' down the block now
Pour another shot, we in the zone
Money long, I've been gettin' too throwed
Pins and needles, I've been walkin' like a ghost
They told me, boy, know you reap what you sow
Ain't at peace with my problems

Keep the heater in between the seats
I don't know you homie, but your talk is cheap
My finger's on the millimeter if you creep
I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach
Keep the heater in between the seats
I don't know you homie, but your talk is cheap
My finger's on the millimeter if you creep
I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach

The only thing that I got when I reached out to God
Was a false sense of pride and a head full of bliss
Then I realized religion and idols were fake
And I idealized wantin' to slice up my wrist
For all of the sins that they said he'd forgive
Plus all of the pain that I couldn't forget
And all of the things that I couldn't avenge
Now I wonder the endgame, like what if I did
And at the snap of my fingers, my veins would've dangled
And I would've been nameless, shit, I wouldn't exist
I wouldn't have a fuckin' thing left to show for myself
And I wouldn't have a fuckin' thing to leave behind for my kids
Plot twist, now I'm starin' at the mic like I got this
Nonsense from an op, spot him, get him dropped quick
Not a cult, got a flock, can't wait for me to drop shit
Controlled Chaos, darkangel, pussy watch this

I'm the one your parents told you not to hang around
Maybe it's cause I came up with the flames from the underground
When you hear the CC whisper from behind, I wouldn't turn around
I wouldn't even make a sound cause then I'd have to lie to Ruda
Bout the body I found
Like he was already layin' on the ground with a wound in his head
I mean a wound
He was doomed, I'm a fuckin' goon
You know I couldn't let him live
I tried to use the heater but it jammed
And it wouldn't shoot
All your homies sittin' ducks, so what does that make you?
Tell the truth, you're the goose
I'm like Bishop with the juice
Notorious for gettin' loot
If you walk in my direction you know just what I'm gon' do
I'ma slice you into sections, brag about it in the booth
Then I'll diss your whole fam, ain't even thinkin' bout a truce
I might sniff a whole gram, man that shit gets me loose
Bitch it's Thin On The Ground till I'm danglin' in the noose

Keep the heater in between the seats
Controlled Chaos
Keep the heater in between the seats
I don't know you homie but your talk is cheap
My finger's on the millimeter if you creep
I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach