Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reaper, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song Blissful Awareness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: K.A.A.N, UMUWWA
Song language: English
Reaper |
I got good intentions, believe me |
The coldest nigga, anemic |
Who put this shit together? |
That’d be me, myself and I bitch |
The God, call me Osiris |
The sickest like a virus |
The golden touch, the Midas |
We movin' in forward direction, leavin' that bullshit behind us |
Shall I adjust the blinders? |
Them statements at the end of the month a constant reminder |
Tell 'em I been on the incline, climbin' up the ladder |
I been hopping out the Benz while pockets gettin' fatter |
It ain’t like it even matters, I’m duckin', dodgin' disasters |
Jumpin' out the Devils lasso, I’m bobbin', weavin' the hassles |
If you motherfuckers trip, then I trip, now we trippin' |
I’m rollin' up the zip, take a hit, nigga listen |
Where’s your foresight, where’s your vision, where’s your fuckin' intuition? |
Why your key in the ignition but you still here sittin'? |
Niggas will be in park and then complain about the traffic |
Unable to make a start, you asking me that shit is tragic, eh |
But that’s the reaper, uh |
Yeah that’s the reaper, uh |
The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah |
But that’s the evils, uh |
Yeah that’s the evils, uh |
My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, yeah |
Now that’s the reefer, yeah |
Said that’s the reefer, uh |
My paranoia at an all time high (You high?) |
I think I see something, yeah |
I think I see something, yeah |
Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds |
My mama say I’m on that shit, I need to quit |
God as my wit', killin' my kidneys |
Matter of minutes, matter of fact, I’m goin' the distance |
I might pass out, before I tap out |
I talked to God, he said go hard, my nigga max out |
My paranoia tenfold, I’m really on my shit though |
I never break or bend though, still in the field we ten toes |
Poppin' 'em like a zit or mentos, we low like limbos |
Make you knuck if you buck so you should watch out for the elbow |
We raisin' hell and facin' L’s, I french inhale, embrace the smell and make 'em |
kneel |
Habitual our usage, some might say this shit is overkill |
We on the ground, we still in line, it’s like we rode the rails |
We mowed the lawn to keep it low, watch out for snakes and snails |
My phone tapped like The Firm but I call it co-intel |
These niggas stab you in the back and then they wish you well |
That’s to your face and when you leave, you know they wish you fail |
To compensate with the hate, I put something in the air |
But that’s the reaper, uh |
Yeah that’s the reaper, uh |
The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah |
But that’s the evils, uh |
Yeah that’s the evils, uh |
My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, yeah |
Now that’s the reefer, yeah |
Said that’s the reefer, uh |
My paranoia at an all time high (You high?) |
I think I see something, yeah |
I think I see something, yeah |
Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds |