[Verse 1: J.K. The Reaper]
f*ck that club sh*t, n*gga this that graveyard music
Hardly influenced by the dead, 'cause the living full of b*tches
And all these b*tches turn to witches all these n*ggas turn to b*tches
I can't even tell the difference, I don't even know how I'm living
I don't even know why I'm here, my spirit dwells in another realm
Tell them go to hell I fill them b*tches with shells
Cells of sperm, my skin cells just burn
Never learn to sit back and take your turn
b*tch
And about to earn, this sh*t that I was born to take
Everything that I was raised to make I'ma get it all a day
f*ck what you say
Pray to god, pray to lord, pay that all
All my n*ggas prosper and they never fall, never fall
In the summer or the fall
If you want it get it all
Take it all, get it off, f*ck a loss, b*tch I win
f*ck a loss b*tch I win, at the end where do I begin
'Cause I done made everything I had at the end and I'll do it all again