Bullet (Ft. Iamjakehill)

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Reaper creepin' smokin' me, that motherfuckin' smoke
Mane, tryna stop me, now I'm dead already, I feel no pain
No need for guns, got a new sight to the backdrop
Gotta get right when you act up, got a new play, keep it on top
Yeah, if you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips
You can find me in the cemetery, bring a goose, I'm fixed
Any weapon form against myself will never prosper
I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre
(I got a bullet with your -)

Oh, my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up
Tough luck, life sucks and I'll buck up
Tell him, too shade, nigga, we reachin' it's too late
Send a bouquet and I'm done

I hope they got a TV in the afterlife
So I can watch the earth explode and replay it like every night
I'm off of the mess and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try
I'm tired of fakin' it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a God

So I'm feelin' somethin' sinister inside again
You sendin' shots and missin' every single one, so try again
(I got a bullet with your name)
(So close your eyes and I say, so close your eyes)

Walkin' right through the grate, okay, it's just another day, bitch
Take it all in and just pretend there's no such thing as anguish
Damn, that's so edgy, prepare for death, I stay ready
My sins, they weigh on me heavy, but let's just act like I'm all good

(Hey, what are you doin'?) Nothin'
(Where you goin'?) Nowhere
I swear, I'm just flippin' through my chapters
I just stop and I stare
Hold up, give me some room to unwind
Help me escape the confines
Ain't life so crazy sometimes?
Wait, my bad, I'm
(I got a bullet with your name)

Sorry, I got existential (What rhymes with that?)
Oh yeah, these instrumentals (keep my mind intact)
I flash a grin, but oh no, I can't hide the fact
That everything ends in dust, so what? I can't rewind it back
Yeah, I'll take another hit, let me go toke my shit
Only been a minute, let me run up in it, make you sick
Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed
Love and no love, get what you give

I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist
I'm just carried by the wind, this is how it is