Reaper

I got good intentions, believe me
 The coldest nigga, anemic
 Who put this shit together
 That'd be me, myself and I bitch
 The God, call me Osiris
 The sickest like a virus
 The golden touch, the Midas
 We movin' in forward direction, leavin' that bullshit behind us
 Shall I adjust the blinders
 Them statements at the end of the month a constant reminder
 Tell 'em I been on the incline, climbin' up the ladder
 I been hoppin' out the Benz while pockets gettin' fatter
 It ain't like it even matters, I'm duckin', dodgin' disasters
 Jumpin' out the Devils lasso, I'm bobbin', weavin' the hassles
 If you motherfuckers trip, then I trip, now we trippin'
 I'm rollin' up the zip, take a hit, nigga listen
 Where's your foresight, where's your vision, where's your fuckin' intuition
 Why your key in the ignition but you still here sittin'
 Niggas will be in park and then complain about the traffic
 Unable to make a start, you asking me that shit is tragic, eh
 But that's the reaper, uh
 Yeah that's the reaper, uh
 The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah
 But that's the evils, uh
 Yeah that's the evils, uh
 My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, uh
 Now that's the reefer, yeah
 Said that's the reefer, uh
 My paranoia at an all time high (You high)
 I think I see something
 I think I see something
 Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds
 My mama say I'm on that shit, I need to quit
 God as my wit', killin' my kidneys
 Matter of minutes, matter of fact, I'm goin' the distance
 I might pass out, before I tap out
 I talked to God, he said go hard, my nigga max out
 My paranoia tenfold, I'm really on my shit though
 I never break or bend though, still in the field we ten toes
 Poppin' 'em like a zit or mentos, we low like limbos
 Make you knuck if you buck so you should watch out for the elbow
 We raisin' hell and facin' L's, I french inhale, embrace the smell and make 'em kneel
 Habitual our usage, some might say this shit is overkill
 We on the ground, we still in line, it's like we rode the rails
 We mowed the lawn to keep it low, watch out for snakes and snails
 My phone tapped like The Firm but I call it co-intel
 These niggas stab you in the back and then they wish you well
 That's to your face and when you leave, you know they wish you fail
 To compensate with the hate, I put something in the air
 That's the reaper, uh
 Yeah that's the reaper, uh
 The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah
 But that's the evils, uh
 Yeah that's the evils, uh
 My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, uh
 Now that's the reefer, yeah
 Said that's the reefer, uh
 My paranoia at an all time high (You high)
 I think I see something
 I think I see something
 Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds