Reaper - K.A.A.N.

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