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Reaper
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Reaper was released on March 27, 2026 by Independent as a part of the album Reap What You Sow
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Release DateMarch 27, 2026
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cez
Cez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Rose
Dallas Rose
Songwriter
Devine Johnson
Devine Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallas Rose
Dallas Rose
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Executive Producer
Rise Studio
Rise Studio
Producer
Devine Johnson
Devine Johnson
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah, Uh huh
Third, Look
I thought I told them they wasn't important Ten toes stuffed in these Jordans, one of
the rawest Leave nothing for the reporters
They dyin', I stop Bust ya knuckles, tryin' to box
They lie in a box My bartender slidin' them shots
Can't send him enough Play stupid, rippin' you up
Keep privin' my cup It's yo bitch fillin' it up
She feelin' a type She just want some dick in her life
Bend her back like Pilates And get to drillin' your wife
Know my pen still hot, scorchin' I bet the block on it
They told you, fuck him with stoves Gon get you in some hot water
Been a certified monster Got them checkin' under beds
When I enter the spot Soon as I step in the plot broadens
Not your average **** spittin' I'm actually really him
My faculty tremendous Funny struggle actually made us winners
Casualties if **** stay me from this path I paved to get it, ain't no warnin
Let it go till **** finish, you feel me
As I lay me down before a **** wake I just pray a pussy **** never play
And if I should die before a **** shake I'm tryin' to ball so that we all could get a plate
As I lay me down before a **** wake I just pray a pussy **** never play
And if I should die before a **** shake I'm tryin' to ball so that we all could get a plate
Pressure make diamonds, you **** a fold Yeah, I got a heart, but it's cold
Been walkin' this road, learned I had to walk it alone
Been talkin' it code, cuz we know it's narcs on the phone
They cars on patrol, tryin' to catch us off of our toes
Had onions for sale, orange peels stuffed in the O's
See **** demise, stuffin' pills all in they nose
Percocet and molly, oxy, fetty, anything goes
Shit be eatin' at they life and it shows
I feel like they should call me GOAT the way I climbed here
The way my fans track tours like they John Deere
They know this shit is my year, Mr. Top Tier
The top tier on any level
If the Brock there, it's not fair, ****
As I lay me down before a **** wake I just pray a p****y **** never play
And if I should die before a **** shake I'm tryin' to ball so that we all could get a plate
As I lay me down before a **** wake I just pray a p****y **** never play
And if I should die before a **** shake I'm tryin' to ball so that we all could get a plate
Written by: Dallas Rose, Devine Johnson
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