Set the Table
• Written by Reaper
Set the table for two or three.
Either way we a family.
But you loved my nigga like probably.
Lately I been thinking.
Niggas doing stink.
They ain't even blinking.
Truth be told it's getting old.
Gold grillz, always in my face.
Are you telling me to hold still?
Road kill, when I show the mill.
Me and my squad we been trill.
Took time to know my enemies.
Well I never knew my close friends.
Johnny, I can ride with you.
Well, I'll leave that chance open.
I don't really talk to fools.
See they leave my heart broken.
Toast to me.
Toast the dame.
Glad fame came.
Now I'm rolling with these chains.
My Cadillac switching lanes.
Set the table for two or three.
Either way we a family.
But you loved my nigga like probably.
Your perfume on his shirt.
Now it hurts.
I was first.
These bitches lurk.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013