歌词

Happy belated I'm fresh out of patience I'm not with the bull I'm never olaying I came from the bottom The land of the Cajuns Now I'm on the top You call me the greatest Who on your list if I ain't not your favorite? That's cool cuz the greatest always underrated You niggas is foul I'm calling a flagrant You think you deserve everything that you making? They poppin' these pills like we in the matrix Give 'em to the kids and tell 'em to take 'em Get tats on yo faces and get on the internet like you a gangsta Congrats now you famous What is your life? Where is your honor? Who are your leaders? Where are your heroes and who are your teachers? I burn all your Gods; wipe out all your preachers It's looking grim and I am the reaper It's looking grim and I am the reaper It's looking grim and I am the reaper We got a legacy I'm tryna save it That's why all my raps be hotter than Satan That's why all my bars come straight out the cage There's nobody better There ain't no debating It come at a cost I'm sorry you paid it Your life in the trash That's why you be wasted Can't look in the mirror Cuz you couldn't face it The fact your existence is nothing but basic I am a lion I come with the pride And you just a meal you come with a side You didn't last Oh what a surprise Meet your demise What is your life? Where is your honor? Who are your leaders? Where are your heroes and who are your teachers? Burn all your Gods; wipe out your preachers It's looking grim and I am the reaper It's looking grim and I am the reaper It's looking grim and I am the reaper
Writer(s): Wes Writer, Mark Francis Buergler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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