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vexed - j.k. the reaper lyrics

i never gave a f-ck
feeling like a goose around these ducks
feeling stuck, what the f-ck?
got my middle finger up
got my levi’s cuffed
yea, these f-cking chucks
but you don’t see me reppin’ taylor gang
i rep my gang until the fame come
name one n-gga better, wait, hmmmm…
gotta think about it
when rappin’ they crowd around him
gotta smile cause he wildin’
i admit i’m sorta childish, but f-ck it
cause that’s my style b-tch
love it or leave it
my team got a dream
and i’m possessed by all these demons
that be tellin’ me “you gotta stay on point,”
like the winner of a spelling b
with my n-gga niko rollin’ something up; medically
green like celery
b-tches thinkin’ they special b
t-tties look like the letter b sideways
old people always sayin’ “back in my days”
but i’m 18, you was lame when you was my age
so these are my days
screaming f-ck the law cause my homie said crime-pays… n-gga

say word n-gga(i’m on it)

you gotta feel me though

yea i curse alot
smoke alot
cause i dont give a f-ck alot
f-ck adults, f-ck teachers, f-ck preachers
always saying i need jesus
but f-ck it, i’m me
ain’t no different, you a sinner too; just like me
sayin’ i’m gon’ go to h-ll & that just might be
but there won’t be another n-gga on this earth
like…. me
can you f-ck with that?
winter too cold, but i’m hot; bring the summer back
got a b-tch in the back, screaming like a thundercat
and she take b-lls like a runnin’ back
yes i am a rapper put the “j.k.” infront of that
then she fell in love with that
don’t trip, i ain’t a pimp
arizona what i sip
black & mild; wood tip, f-ck polo, i’m the sh-t
grab a swisher, gut it out, fill it with weed & roll that sh-t
grab a bic, let it burn, then take a hit
then p-ss it
that’s exactly the sh-t that keep a n-gga from spazzin’…. out

i wanna use this last verse to say something political
homie’s support at 1st, but then they wanna get rid of you
shawty ain’t know you existed & now she is so into you
and people that don’t know you always judge & ridicule
but f-ck ’em!
that’s what i tell myself
i don’t need y’all f-ckers i can help myself
and i got my team what the h-ll you still here for?
young n-gga, mad vexed & i’m real raw

- j k the reaper lyrics

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