Rebellious Reaper Lyrics

Never fear no man cause he bleed how I bleed

Life all bout perspectives he don't see it how I see it

Changing my direction staying dangerous with my weapon

Niggas aiming at my section make them famous in a second

Riding with the stainless make arrangements in the trenches

Please do not compare me

Most these rappers scary

No words for em like I ain't got no vocabulary

Niggas say they opps shit my opps must be imaginary

Nigga wrote some sentences gave my bro a sentence

Army full of menaces and guess who was lieutenant

Gotta ride behind them tints so it's hard to tell who in it

Niggas got so many opps shit it's hard to tell who spinning

Alot of capping on the gram but it ain't hard to tell who winning

Nigga all up in my business when I see him he getting the business

Rode the bench for my squad used to see me in the benches

Coach threw me in the game couple niggas got injured

Always stood my ground can't name a time where I surrendered

If it ain't bout money probably ain't on my agenda

Getting p's off January to December

Feds asking who what where shit I don't remember

Shooters in a sprinter turn a shooter to a sprinter

Started a beginner went from loser to a winner

Smith and wesson in the summer glocks and rugers for the winter

Niggas hungry in my jungle turn intruders into dinner

Riding with them drums making musicals with spinners

And it's a big difference don't confuse me with them niggas

Nigga turned into a bitch I heard he used to be a hitter

I came too far to give up now and niggas usually be quitters

Think you fooling me lil nigga nah I just play dumb

Got them thinking 3G in a band he play the drum

Told them niggas I'm just getting started they say I'm done

They say Lil Grim you a soldier son you always overcome

And it's a reason he gotta go they ain't all dying over none

Why they worried bout the shit I do they must be broke or sum

He beefing in a nonsmoking room cause he ain't smoking none

Where I'm from you gotta keep a gun you see police you run

I catch my man and I ain't got the pole I'm just gone beat you dumb

Don't give a fuck bout who you roll with or what street you from

But if you really listen close I just might teach you something

I'm moving smarter in the streets cause I can't be too dumb

Still got za in my lungs this shit is the one

He got shot he left the hood I guess that shit got too unchy

Too much percs too much lean now that nigga just a junkie

My name always in they mouth but they know not to confront me

They waiting for me fall off humpty dumpty