Messin with the reaper

Mmhmm let’s go

Blaze that shit

Let’s go let’s go let’s go

Another beat from mayhem productions ….

This is the last time, the only time, I’ll write this, only time I’ll spit this … roll me that blunt and move aside, I’m coming to town and I’m flying high, like I’m Jim jones …

I’ll hit up Atlanta, got some ops goin on

Don’t worry bout me, it’ll be your turn , yea I might be white I might be old and I might be tired…. But I’m rackin up those stacks Runnin to the bank in my 5.0 … these dudes always beggin wantin something from me, I tell them who the hells you talkin to, I ain’t that … you come at my face I might just choke you out with a shoe lace…..

see that slight limp in my walk, nah I ain’t hurt, I was just pimpin some…. In that day I was that dude that man the one they told you to run from…. Stomp down the streets of Iraq carrying a 9 on my side and ar in my hand… boppin my head side to side with a hot Jane from AR ABB…. You’ll struggle to see those hate in my eyes, I keep my self calm most of the time, I keep my issues down in the cellar …. But don’t temp me because I used to be a killa… there’s 2 rules that you need to know about, don’t mess with my family and don’t mess with my ride…. Touch one and you’re liable to die….. this ain’t a game this is poetry … keep up with this beat before you’re lagging behind …. Now get some rest, think about it…. And no I’m not cocky….. I’m just confident … don’t get that confused boy… you’ll end up 6 ft down in a pine wood box … so kiss ya kids kiss ya wife … because you’ll never know when it’ll be the last … duces