Crillz - Reef The Lost Cauze

I make you a believer

Split your house in a half

Bring you Danger and Doom without a mouse or a mask

What I need in life?

An ounce or a flask

It’s the Cauze, don’t make me put your mouth in your ass

Talk shit?

You will eat that

If I wanted feedback

I would’ve simply asked you, «Yo, where’s the weed at?»

I leave you stubborn like the drums underneath me

I can’t hear you screaming if you so underneath me

Fuck with Reef be

Abby’s first born

I’ll leave you looking like the

You know the aftermath

Don’t need jumping in attach ya ass

You better than me?

My label’s Aftermath

An Eminem’s a nigga from Philly

I don’t fear another man, I’m a nigga from Philly

That means I’m supposed to die soon

But I won’t cause I defy fools

With my mystic mind tools

Psych nah, I’m behind you

And a nine too

Leon with the Peon will drive off when it’s time to

Who wouldn’t find you?

Ask Magnetic?

I replied, «Fuck him, give me three more beats on credit.»

Inside joke

I’m not fire, I’m the fumes that exist inside smoke

That ain’t good weed, that’s 'I hope I get high smoke'

I’m known for beautiful bitches and foul quotes

You little cow poke

I’m Apache

Bring the beef to the cow show, now how dope

Is the kid from the 'Delph?

If I gave you more you’d probably shit on yourself

I don’t sell «weed»

Crack or pop toasters what’s in my holsters

Enough ammo to take over pop culture

You high, «No sir»

Lost Cauze the spot blower

Game over