Verse 1: they call me the grim reaper, an angel of death proffessionally lethal.im on a search for power,smoking weed till im high as a towermy enemies run hearing guns bust like thunder from bullet showers.when my funeral comes dont even cry or bring me flowersive learned to survive alone in a cold zone with my heart frozemomma want me to be legit but drugs bring cash flowim taking over the block no one in or out like fidel castro.my arsenal like rambo,chilling in a lambo,shoot these AK s make your homies dance the mambomoney on my mind im always on the gring ,im killing more than time spitting these rhymesthey aint on my level im beastly , a monster unchained and murdereous
