Dareal Deyshaun - Reaper Flow

(Damn nikko slamming shit)
That's crazy
Say I still ain't made it cuz I'm unfavored
On the lil bitch, I went ghost, cuz she drove me crazy
Hell no you can't have my baby
They wanna pop out, shit pop out
Set it off like my name queen latifa
Bitch turn me up, let em hear through the speakers
I got a n**** that move like he creeping
I stop giving a fuck
When I seen they ain't care bout the kid
Told that lil n**** step n he did
Bitch I'm the King of this shit, but i don't fuck with Cid
Tell all your people, I'm back for revenge
Thought I was done, this shit not over
I'm think I'm the flyest, when I'm really sober
Don't with lil Dey, he got n**** a fold you
They gon' try put you up, where them people can mold you
The kid too different
And he like no other
My flow too sick
It be giving corona
Stay out my business
That shit not for loners
Diss the wrong name, and yo ass is a goner
Popping my shit, with a capital P
I'm getting money, it's tucked in my bag
The gang gotta stretch em if that n**** reach
He tried to cross me, i got on his ass
Fuck what you heard
That shit for the birds
He say he want smoke
Tell that bitch what's the word
Them n**** mad, they ain't on, what I'm on
You play and JB spray your ass like Cologne
You play any beat and you know ima walk
This shit barely hard I got hits in the vault
Forever we winning, the gang never lose
I'm from a place where they put shit on news
Why you get on live doing all that capping
He told them folks I was mad bout a feature
I collect a bag off everything I drop
So its not a comparison we are not equal
See they got shit fucked up
See them n**** lucked up
Damn I like talking my shit like a preacher
Bitch, Dareal, he really the reaper
Bitch, I make it hot like a fever
One of your n**** a fanboy of me
So you better stay humble, keep quiet no mumble
Real deal breadwinner, you n**** peons
Run with the sack like I'm Bo, I won't fumble
I used to dream of shit like this back then
Don't hold out your hand if yeen bro or your kin
Grandma want me in church, but young n**** still gon sin
Got a habit I just can't end
Fuck 'em no need to rebuttal
I could make your bitch lick my dick like a sucker
If you wanna be apart of the gang
Some shit gotta change
Ima still be the way that I came
He think he the shit, cuz now he outta jail
When none of yo homies sent some through the mail
I done mad it clear that I don't like to diss
I only get paid for talking my shit

Written by:
Dareal Deyshaun

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