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 Dark Angel 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