Reaper

Uh, this shit a breeze, ya dig, don't need to blow what your secret is

Cashing these cards to max, don't even know what the visa did

Slamming my foot on the gas, I don't got time to tuck sleep no kid

Yeah they talk plenty of trash in traffic, way home from that pizza gig

Speaking to Jesus, meet your maker, miss the reaper

Preach through a speaker, this shit a soap box, can't be bleaker

That's why I'm running a bag, taxing they ass for a feature

It ain't bout nothing to brag, that's human nature, I'm a creature

I got a right to retain the flexing that come with the name

Especially considered the change of only hitting me with something to gain

Fuck it, can't personalize it, just wouldn't advise it