Reaper calling for me since the 5th grade
Sitting locked down
As He count his days
Mix the fusiah and clear what that make
Hard times
Watch me as I twist my fate
She took a line, baby can you feel your face
Lost in transmission this is not a race
Hope they don't weigh my heart
It's to late
Pick out the p
Put one to the face
The way I look
I don't mean no harm
Shoot from the blinds
AI on my arm
You see the glissin
So I battle with the charm