Reservoir Scars lyrics

[Intro]
My friend is losing his mind for fear of going insane
Because no matter how down he is, there's still one below
Pure uncut anger that never allows him to hang loose
And be without pain for one second, he is so aware of himself
That absurdity of it all...

[Verse 1]
100 grand for the takin, we got it here all for us
If they were to listen to me it would’ve been more for us
n*gga all I’m worried about if they was recordin us
No more sellin bricks for Caesar, he was extortin us
Man f*ck Caesar, f*ck his dope and his reefer
My plan got us 100 grand so I’m the leader
Yea n*gga, you sh*ttin me? You just talkin sh*t to me
All I need is a couple hammers and 20 clips with me
Oh is that right D? The rest of us feel like me
We don’t need a leader, if anybody it might be
Hmm, let me guess, you talkin about yourself D
You’s an OG, just worry about yo health G
Man just do what you was told to do, my son is not as cold as you
Caesar almost folded you, I got some scars old as you
f*ck this n*gga ‘pposed to do? I move like a soldier do
Man that n*gga’s colder than you, told you that they over you
Told em you was thinkin that you move just like a cobra do
I used to sell coke for you, I should’ve never spoke to you
I know how I was coming up, spare me with the funny stuff
f*ck all this chit chat n*gga, just count the money up
I came damn near close to death, probably even broke my leg
This is my plan and for that I’m getting most the bread
This n*gga probably broke the set, I don’t think I heard him right
You better get this chump a bag, you gon get hurt tonight
Yall both gon turns tonight if yall don’t get the persons right
Brutally stabbed up, I’ll be the one to insert the knife
Yall n*ggas ain’t worth my life, at home got the perfect wife
But if want the merchandise you ridin in a hearse tonight
You better spit that verse to Christ cuz that’s who you headed to
My finger on the trigger, already 10 steps ahead of you
My n*gga what you better do is shoot them in the head with two
Leave em on the counter top and me and you can count the gwap
Okay but I don’t like the sound of shots so I’d rather stab em up
Wrap em up, the money’s divin, I better add it up
Well right now I’m backin up cuz yall n*ggas is actin up
My money I be stackin up so you ain’t gotta clap me up
I told you he was pus*y though, I’m the reason we took the dough
I know I’m just a youngin but I am far from a rookie though
I don’t know about that dog, yea I wouldn’t go that far
You’re still just a youngin, yall type of n*ggas just act hard
Hold up, what you talkin bout? They bout to bring them coffins out
Have police talk em out, no surprise that we fallin out
Alright this is mano a mano, hand on my Desert Eag
f*ck it, I’mma die for this dough and let my beretta squeeze
[Outro]
Sometimes, I think you'll have to kill someone
And as repulsive as it sounds
I would be able to justify his actions
Logicallym validly and with very little imagination