REAPIN' Lyrics

Smoke

Smoke

Smoke

Smoke

Yea

Smoke

Blazing

Yea

Yea

Yuh

Aye

Aye

Aye

You can catch me sliding in a hearse doing 95

With a bad bitch on the side

Call that hoe my 45

Smoking on this cabbage mane

This shit hitting like Florida tides

A nigga need it all the dollars, quarters, nickels, pennies, dimes

She say that I ain't got emotions, guess that's cause I'm just a dead man

I can't trust a nigga if he dap me with his left hand

Don't even need a toolie slice a nigga like I'm X-men

Flowing through the motions mane depression like a best friend

I hope it fade away one day while I'll be flexing in my bathing ape

Killing tours, on brochures, just probably where ya lady stay

If it's on the floor then you can get stomped with the pavement mane

Crazy how they envy don't know why they seem to hate me mane

Aye

Yuh

Shout out blackhaven, south Memphis, east Memphis, norf norf

Knuck if you buck pussy I ain't with the back & forth

Wilding as a youngin was a rebel jumping off the porch

Really ain't much changed you'll get torched fucking wit the boy

Mentally I'm broken, darkest heartless artist mane

Never had shit just prescription drugs to heal the pain

Tripped and had a bad one since then I haven't been the same

A nigga fucked up in the brain

The blackest sheep up in the game