Devin Lex - Reaper's Child (feat. Obex Fuego)

I put my heart out in these raps
I put my feelings in the bag
Shorty you a treesha
Shorty you a treesha for the racks
Couple bands and u know it ain't nothing (What)
Seen a opp and we chased him he running (Running)
Running Ricky that boy yeah he running
Running Ricky that boy yeah he running
Mike Amiri the jeans
LV on the shirt
Couple bands and the Balenciaga's
Staying calm with the fit
It is what it is
Might cop me some Dolce & Gabbana
Brodie ready to bust (He stay with the glock)
Heat u up like you've been in a sauna (Pew pew pew)
Had to get in my bag and stay in my lane and racking it up for my mama

All this stress on me might make me pass out
No this won't be no regular black out (Lets go)
There was times I was sad in my dad house
I was lost and ain't bring the map out
We was all going hard in the trap house (Trap House)
All of this bread never cashed out (Cashed out)
No turning back ain't no back outs
Now it's all just them killas and rats now
Look at my life look back at it (Back at it)
All these thots took a smack at it(Smack at it)
I just look back then laugh at it (Laugh at it)
Or I take a pause then I'm back at it (Back at it)
Oh used to love it all now I'm blasting it (Blasting it)
Used to love gifts now I'm wrapping it (Wrapping it)
I was never free I was trapped in it (Trapped in it)
She ain't that cute but I'm macking it ooohhh
(Skrt)
You could never tell me what it means
You could never tell me what it means
You could never tell me what it means
You could never tell me what it means
You was all dogs on the leash (Lets go)
I see pounds of green
I see pounds of green (Yeah)
Why you getting (Shh shh)
Why you getting (Uh uh)
Why you getting (Uh uh uh uh)
Hold up (Nah)
This ain't no news
Said kiss my ass like the back of the trues
Oh I be dripping I'm wet like pool
Oh I'm so difficult can't follow rules
You could get crossed up you don't wanna hoop (Skrt)
20 round shots run it back like a loop (Bow)
We knock you out when you don't have a clue
See floating letters that boy eating soup (Bow, Skrt)
Ain't driving Chevy's ya boy drive a coupe (Heee)
Why would I run when I'm walking like this (Lets go)
Grills on teeth now I talk with a lisp (Grrr)
Gang in the back only came to assist (Argh)
Talking about me is your spot on the list (rawr)
Talking to me or you talking to him
Either way you better watch what spit (Argh)
We do not play with just choppas and sticks (Argh)
We use our fists

I put my heart out in these raps
I put my feelings in the bag
Shorty you a treesha
Shorty you a treesha for the racks
Couple bands and u know it ain't nothing (What)
Seen a opp and we chased him he running (Running)
Running Ricky that boy yeah he running
Running Ricky that boy yeah he running
Mike Amiri the jeans
LV on the shirt
Couple bands and the Balenciaga's
Staying calm with the fit
It is what it is
Might cop me some Dolce & Gabbana
Brodie ready to bust (He stay with the glock)
Heat u up like you've been in a sauna (Pew pew pew)
Had to get in my bag and stay in my lane and racking it up for my mama

Written by:
Devin Lex, Obex Fuego

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