[Intro – (Spoken, low & cold)]
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)
[Verse 1 – (Laid-back flow)]
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.
[Hook / Chorus – (Sing-song/chant style)]
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.
[Verse 2 – (Calm but sharp delivery)]
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.
[Hook / Chorus (Repeat)]
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.
[Outro – (Spoken, distorted FX)]
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)