Reaper
Internal Rhyme
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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 F*ck it, can't personalize it, just wouldn't advise it Reevaluate the circle you tribed with, make sure your guys fit Love from Philly to New Brunswick and Spa six, learned angles of politics The scramble of punches can feel like a mosh pit, begging to squash it Socking out sockets, turn into rockets, rather shift back to the pockets Changed the thing she was originally rocking once her fabric felt the faucet Monday we shopping and blew a bag, Tuesday she rocked cause I blew her back Equations the same when you do the math, that's why she came cause I knew her path She yelling my name like producer tags, shit might sound fire on the intro You try recording your maiden, you turning the gain bout as high as the shit go 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'm sturdy, but wasn't born in New York or New Jersey, Pennsylvania the name of it Dirty, three cities all surrounded by dirt roads and some racist codes, hardly Buried, Philadelphia is filled with the thirties, both clips and the Fetty and Perkies, how much evidence in the Delaware, Schuylkill where the waters are murky? I can't front hold the city down to the first street Think you got the juice? Boy you Dr. Seuss, all you do deliver nurseries Call that something like a mid wife I'm in tact, fam on my back, f*ck could I prove through a fist fight? But looky don't push me baby, I'm still maturing more every day And I'm loved by most including my folks who ain't 'posed to get carried way Practice Spanish in Los Angeles, til I'm parasailing out in Paraguay With my boss dime, sitting court side, talking shit like Mary J 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
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