Grim season

They said I wouldn’t make it back…

Said I was done, broken.

Guess what, b*tch?

Now it’s Grim Season…

And I’m takin’ souls.

(Beat kicks in with low organ loop)

Yeah…

I took L’s in silence, I ain’t whine, I ain’t bitch,

Now I’m back with a shovel, diggin’ ditches for snitch.

Motherf***ers laughed when I lost that bread,

Now I’m grinnin’ at the table while they beg for meds.

Real cold, got frost in my veins,

Every fake hug I got left blood stains.

Ain’t no peace, ain’t no f***in’ forgive,

I’m the shadow on your porch when you tryin’ to live.

Counted me out? Bet. I kept notes,

Now I’m cruisin’ with a blunt and a trench coat.

All black like a funeral ride,

With that Glock in the glove and that look in my eye.

I’m the reaper, ridin’ low in a ’64,

Knockin’ on the doors of the ones who swore.

“Dead man walkin’,” got revenge in my lungs,

Got pain in my past, and a clip full of tongues.

F*** that love, f*** that trust,

I’m a ghost with gold and a blade that rusts.

It’s grim season, bitch, I’m takin’ names,

Comin’ back slow with hell in my veins.

Used to starve while they toast champagne,

Now I sip slow, smokin’ deep with pain.

Everybody ghosts when the money dry up,

Now I ghost back with the trunk tied up.

No talk, no threats — just moves,

I don’t send texts, I send blacked-out crews.

They said, “You changed.” I said, “You’re right,”

Went from prayin’ for peace to loadin’ up night.

Don’t play victim when your mask come off,

I was loyal as f*** till y’all switched and scoffed.

Now I’m posted, calm like the grave,

With a blade that sings and a mind depraved.

I’m the reaper, ridin’ low in a ’64,

Knockin’ on the doors of the ones who swore.

“Dead man walkin’,” got revenge in my lungs,

Got pain in my past, and a clip full of tongues.

F*** that love, f*** that trust,

I’m a ghost with gold and a blade that rusts.

It’s grim season, bitch, I’m takin’ names,

Comin’ back slow with hell in my veins.

This ain’t redemption…

This retaliation.

From now on — I don’t lose.

I collect.

Grim Season.

Tell God I’m comin’.

(Organ fades out, heartbeats echo, door creaks close)