Reaper in my coaT

Yo…

Ya…

Alright…

If we finna square up, you better have them fists up

I got these autos ready to spark up

Bodies droppin’, I don’t miss much

Took the Hellcat for a spin—burnin’ rubber when I lift up

Talkin’ like they got it, but they cappin’ in they section

I been runnin’ plays, got the city in my mentions

Bank think I’m pimpin’, how I stack it up relentless

I don’t need no pension, money long like a sentence

They twistin’ the truth like the news on a loop

Told ‘em stay in they lane, now they swervin’ in coups

Backdoor money, keep it tucked in the booth

I got rich out the mud, now my diamonds got proof

Mask on, gloves tight, step like a general

Turned his main homie to a name in a visual

If it ain’t about the cash, then it’s minimal

All these opps typin’, but in person, they invisible

I been really in the field, I ain’t duckin’ smoke

Tryna play hero, now he leakin’ like he spoke

Runnin’ through the city, got the reaper in my coat

Turn the opps into a trend, put his name up in a post

I ain’t in the talkin’, let the blick do discussions

Hundred rounds loaded, let it rip, no percussion

Catch him outta bounds, he get clipped, repercussions

All that sneak dissin’, left him stiff, no adjustments

Foreign on the gas, push the pedal through the pavement

See me comin’ up, now they stuck in amazement

Loyal to the hustle, never need a replacement

Came from the trenches, turned the pain into payments

Yo…

Ya…

Alright…

If we finna square up, you better have them fists up…