E3 Smoke - Grim Reapers

Right or wrong Ima play devils advocate ya hear me?
My gang or no gang nigga
E3 want all the smoke nigga
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner
Ion scream, ion yell, I just speak in all caps
Thousand different languages, and all I speak is facts
Telling me stay safe, staying dangerous where it's at
Off me if ya cross me, chico no no how to act
Not living a movie, you could miss me with that
Any kinda profit, then that shit gon' get snatched
I know he'll never fold, shout out to my brudda Chach
Stickin to the code, that nigga proved he got my back
It's not murder if they shoot at you first, Ima up it
SFG, new school riding wit the old, Street Flow thuggin'
Raised by OGs, taught me everything I know, hella mugging
They done mould me in his image, like my daddy, I be stunting
Smart to pay me if I'm owed, and if not, I'm going hunting
Real deal nigga from the south, Tampa FL, we be jumping
Got the pistol put on hold, say the word, and I'm bussing
None but goons around me, 50 deep, that's how I'm coming
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner
Bebe crecio en caserio, Flawda boy eso lo mio
Ready pa' meternos en lio, tire hasta que este vacio
Por lo del, se ha jodio, casi igual que todo mi tios
Familia con quien yo confio, un llamada, estan lao mio
La isla de la muerte, la de la mala suerte
Que matan inocente
La calle estas caliente, krippy kush bien fuerte
Listos pa clientes, nunca suficiente
Pops done racked up 20 in the game, like Kobe
Man was born a boss, passed the ball, now it's on me
Don't wanna hear my name up in ya mouth, keep it lowkey
A lot of pain done came up with this chain, hood trophie
Stackin up that bread, selling gas, wawa hoagie
Hitting plays in class, doing math, teachers nosy
T Rod down to ride and set to kill, big homie
We some grim reapers, Street Flow, don't provoke me
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some grim reapers, causing death around the corner

Written by:
Erick Colmenares

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