Intro (Memoirs of the Reaper) lyrics

[Intro]
I usually don't say these type of things to people
Nowadays you really can't trust anyone with your life
With your ideas, with your loved ones, whatever the f*ck it is
But I've compiled a few stories that I felt the world could use
So on behalf of the preHISTORIC Crew and the Grim Reaper himself I give you
Memoirs of the Reaper

[Bridge]
My third eye speaks, why you on the same sh*t (On the same sh*t)
I had to leave my b*tch 'cause she was on the same tip (On the same tip)
Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix
I guess me and my n*ggas needa find us a shindig

[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my n*ggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, b*tch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my n*ggas golden, we keep sh*t goin'
I'm rollin', don't blow the moment
And text your old ones

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Yeah, we done did drugs tonight
Livin' in this unfair world, we gonna get loose tonight
Everybody put your cups high
It's time to make a toast, f*ck one time
It's only 1:30, damn, it's real early
Poor the shots in here, baby, bring it here
Your body moves a lere
Let me feel your rear
Bouncin' with no fear
Damn, I shed a tear
[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my n*ggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, b*tch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my n*ggas golden, we keep sh*t goin'
I'm rollin', don't throw the moment
And text your old ones

[Bridge]
My third eye speaks, while you on the same sh*t
I had to leave my b*tch 'cause she was on the same tip
Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix
I guess me and my n*ggas need to head to a shindig

[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
We still twistin' up, even tho the fat lady sung
Don't matter, still put on, everybody still wanna get drunk
I'm on the molly and I don't wanna talk
Straight up a n*gga tryna f*ck
sh*t, I deserve my nuts, I deal with too much stuff
All gone now I need another cup
That's a man on the couch all snook
My girl always look less stuffed
I like the way she move to the drums
Let me use my funds
JK, she only gets ones
Look at how we all grown up
But f*ck that all my n*ggas roll up
[Chorus]
Yeah, we party, my n*ggas slidin' like Joy-Cons, b*tch
She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me
We loaded, my n*ggas golden, we keep sh*t going
I'm rollin', don't throw the moment
And text your old ones

[Outro]
Oh f*ck, man, were late, it's already startin' (Sit down)