Grim Reaper ft. Controlled Chaos Lyrics

Two blunts in rotation, got a call from my lil' bro

Said he heard somebody rollin' through

They were posted in the back at the show

Told him hold up, wait a minute

I asked him if he saw his face

Said he had a hoodie on

Masked up with a grin, chiefin'

Six foot three

Bitch, it's me, I'm the Grim Reaper

Motherfuckers wanna see me locked down

Posted in the cut like I ain't leavin'

Unless the quap 'round

Thinkin' I fell off, take a look at what I got now

Hit the re-up, speakers bangin' down the block now

Pour another shot, we in the zone

Money long, I've been gettin' too throwed

Pins and needles, I've been walkin' like a ghost

They told me, boy, know you reap what you sow

Ain't at peace with my problems

Keep the heater in between the seats

I don't know you homie, but your talk is cheap

My finger's on the millimeter if you creep

I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach

Keep the heater in between the seats

I don't know you homie, but your talk is cheap

My finger's on the millimeter if you creep

I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach

The only thing that I got when I reached out to God

Was a false sense of pride and a head full of bliss

Then I realized religion and idols were fake

And I idealized wantin' to slice up my wrist

For all of the sins that they said he'd forgive

Plus all of the pain that I couldn't forget

And all of the things that I couldn't avenge

Now I wonder the endgame, like what if I did

And at the snap of my fingers, my veins would've dangled

And I would've been nameless, shit, I wouldn't exist

I wouldn't have a fuckin' thing left to show for myself

And I wouldn't have a fuckin' thing to leave behind for my kids

Plot twist, now I'm starin' at the mic like I got this

Nonsense from an op, spot him, get him dropped quick

Not a cult, got a flock, can't wait for me to drop shit

Controlled Chaos

Dark Angel

Pussy watch this

I'm the one your parents told you not to hang around

Maybe it's cause I came up with the flames from the underground

When you hear the CC whisper from behind, I wouldn't turn around

I wouldn't even make a sound cause then I'd have to lie to Ruda

Bout the body I found

Like he was already layin' on the ground with a wound in his head

I mean a wound

He was doomed, I'm a fuckin' goon

You know I couldn't let him live

I tried to use the heater but it jammed

And it wouldn't shoot

All your homies sittin' ducks, so what does that make you?

Tell the truth, you're the goose

I'm like Bishop with the juice

Notorious for gettin' loot

If you walk in my direction you know just what I'm gon' do

I'ma slice you into sections, brag about it in the booth

Then I'll diss your whole fam, ain't even thinkin' bout a truce

I might sniff a whole gram, man that shit gets me loose

Bitch it's Thin On The Ground till I'm danglin' in the noose

Keep the heater in between the seats

Controlled Chaos

Keep the heater in between the seats

I don't know you homie but your talk is cheap

My finger's on the millimeter if you creep

I pray to God, but the devil's who I reach