REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS

[Chorus]
Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance
I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Won't cut my wrist, I don't like that flow
Distortin' my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yeah, the splurgin' immenent when I make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need
I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room
Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need
Nah, I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me

[Verse]
When I spit fire, better evacuate
'Cause I'ma get a bag, then I'm going up back to base
All these motherfuckers always seem like they acting fake
When I be getting mad, motherfuckers don't want the fade
Keep up with the act, you gettin' packed, I'm aggravated
Leave 'em with no chance, yo' last dance is calculated
I'm activated, if you actin' agitated
I'ma have to leave his body out, decapitated
Fuck what they say, I'ma do it all
Man they can never really say that they've been through it all
But everybody always trippin', man, I'm through with y'all
I'm about to paint a fuckin' picture, about to paint the walls, it's red
In my defense, I hopped the fence
And acted dense, then made amends to my expense
Then I break suspense and grab the pen
I'm goin' 10s, I never really wanted to depend
On any of y'all, bitch

[Chorus]
Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance
I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Won't cut my wrist, I don't like that flow
Distortin' my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yeah, the splurgin' immenent when I make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need
I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room
Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need
Nah, I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me