OCD Reaper

Please tell me it's you down or not, uh Please tell me it's you down or not, uh Please tell me it's you down or not Babe you screamin' too loud Take it down a notch Peacekeepers on my back, we bout to peace about the pieces I'm a double biscuit beater, four piece in the two seater Mashed potatoes, splashes sprite in my tequila Wavy motherfucker, LSD Eater Bad bitch about to scrap, no Madea Dear Whoever up in my lane, you better find a fuckin' blinker I'm a OCD reaper, premeditated and medicated Steppin' up and get sized up and differentiated Loose lips, get stitches and throw em' back in the trenches Consolidate myself, cause any bitch wanna kick it Dirty money, get converted to Christianity Cleansing, going off with no alarm but 9-11 Fuckin' hittin', it's the life of the livin Eyes peeled, no lidded, no cash for the genius And mama knew, she told her doc to cut the shit off my penis Ended up bleedin' with no reason Test my blood, a real motherfucker Seepin' deep in someone else's wife to find the reason This is Molly an ecstasy with a dash of who is him On my shit but off my rocker, not a talker Lookin' crazy, eyes is stanky when I'm walkin So expensive, wacka flocka, couldn't cop it Then the cops tryna stop it, but I'm low key So low key, that Thor hand the heavy hammer to me Look inside the Holy Bible, a reflection of me Take a dose of my mind, you gon' be trippin' for eternity That's a long time, ha Hard lines like I lined up the whole damn G No roof, no ceiling, ain't no motherfuckin' jeep Splittin' hairs, paper tears, walkin' up a set of stairs Thinkin' how could I be there, while I become self-aware Sheddin' off the dead weight, sorry life ain't fair Started lookin' at shit like I really don't care Keep on doin' you, baby, I'll be winnin' over here Bands, bands, bands, bands, bands Will make her dance, and LA make her cum Get a bitch butt naked just to see how she run See a opp wide open, tell him go get the gun Goin' hunting, it ain't up for discussion In my position, cause the boss gotta run it I put insurance on my shit, cause I'm reckless I'm so fire, four outta five get rejected No competition, all the rest is pathetic I spend this money, but I'm makin' it better Girl, feel special if you smokin' my personal That pussy good, so I'm fuckin' her personal Cuttin' you off to make life better, take it personal My sentences always got a period, cause it's period My statements keep goin', I think my banker delirious What's the cost effectiveness to have a bitch that never do shit Knockin' years off the hustle, but my hustle steady knockin Sometimes I gotta calm down, waitin' for the perfect timing And why my voice so calm, and, my moves so solid Hold up, I'm gonna be a minute, I think that's God calling