Don’t Fear the Reaper

Intro
(Haa)
(Roll another one J)
(Dead niggas smoking)
(Huh)

[Verse 1]
On some young nigga shit had to get my shit together, almost dropped out
Outside tryna make a dumb opp nigga pop out
Glad these niggas keep dissin' when e’rebody round you died, don’t cop out
Most of them niggas some bitches when we come slide let’s see who rock out
Damn, must of forgot who I am
Hot as hell on the south side ridin with big Glocks wit Lil Pam
Don’t no nigga want no smoke wit us, we’ll air out yo whole fam
Real Fox 5 baby, free lil Jay up out that jam

[Verse 2]
That young nigga Raq back out here drillin again, let off another shot
After we go through one opp shit, let’s go get another dot
They tryna act like they ain’t there, hit up this one and they other spot
Don’t tell nobody you seen me out with a bitch, might been my other thot
She’s a bop, he’s a opp, we got ARP’s and Glocks
Can’t give these bitch ass niggas no more time
Time to die, don’t need a clock
She don’t smoke weed she need a rock
You want me to die, you can eat a cock
Nigga going broke tryna keep up, dumb ass really need to stop
Nigga can’t tell me nun, brand new Jag and it going 200
Drop some bands on my chain, that was old check, nigga this new money
Sign that bullshit, can’t take your of yo gang cuz you blew money
In a real relationship with this lil bitch, I been knew money