Intro (Memoirs of the Reaper)

[Intro]
I usually don't say these type of things to people
Nowadays you really can't trust anyone with your life
With your ideas, with your loved ones, whatever the fuck it is
But I've compiled a few stories that I felt the world could use
So on behalf of the preHISTORIC Crew and the Grim Reaper himself I give you
Memoirs of the Reaper

[Bridge]
My third eye speaks, why you on the same shit (On the same shit)
I had to leave my bitch 'cause she was on the same tip (On the same tip)
Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix
I guess me and my niggas needa find us a shindig

[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my niggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, bitch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit goin'
I'm rollin', don't blow the moment
And text your old ones

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Yeah, we done did drugs tonight
Livin' in this unfair world, we gonna get loose tonight
Everybody put your cups high
It's time to make a toast, fuck one time
It's only 1:30, damn, it's real early
Poor the shots in here, baby, bring it here
Your body moves a lere
Let me feel your rear
Bouncin' with no fear
Damn, I shed a tear

[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my niggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, bitch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit goin'
I'm rollin', don't throw the moment
And text your old ones

[Bridge]
My third eye speaks, while you on the same shit
I had to leave my bitch 'cause she was on the same tip
Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix
I guess me and my niggas need to head to a shindig

[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
We still twistin' up, even tho the fat lady sung
Don't matter, still put on, everybody still wanna get drunk
I'm on the molly and I don't wanna talk
Straight up a nigga tryna fuck
Shit, I deserve my nuts, I deal with too much stuff
All gone now I need another cup
That's a man on the couch all snook
My girl always look less stuffed
I like the way she move to the drums
Let me use my funds
JK, she only gets ones
Look at how we all grown up
But fuck that all my niggas roll up

[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my niggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, bitch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit going
I'm rollin', don't throw the moment
And text your old ones

[Outro]
Oh fuck, man, were late, it's already startin' (Sit down)