Fantasy
• Written by Reaper
I ain't even famous, yet.
But, my style contagious.
Bet, I got niggas brainless.
Petty bitches acting aimless.
When we face to face, it's coup de grace.
My French mean like my kicks with lace.
My truth is I'm too vicious.
These other people too fictitious.
I'm being honest when I say my everything foreign.
Why is everybody stalling?
I ride with these stargazers.
They call me a trailblazer.
No fat ass, till I got fat cash.
I make moves in proportions.
My art is my importance.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013