[Intro: Gangsta Pat]
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
(The following is brought to you by Reaper Radio)
So close your eyes as I—
So close your—

[Verse 1: nothing,nowhere.]
Reaper creepin' slow, give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane
Tryna stop me now, I'm dead already, I feel no pain
No need for guns, got a new scythe in the back trunk
Gotta get right when you act up
Got a new blade, keep it up tucked, yeah
If you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips
You can find me in the cemetery, bring a crucifix
Any weapon formed against myself would never prosper
I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre

[Verse 2: nothing,nowhere. & Gangsta Pat]
I got a bullet with yo—
Oh my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up
Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up
Tell 'em touché, reaper be reaching, 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 meds and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try (Why?)
I'm tired of faking it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a god
So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again
You sending shots and missing every single one so try again
[Refrain: Gangsta Pat]
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
So close your eyes as I—
So close your—

[Verse 3: ​iamjakehill & Gangsta Pat]
Walkin' right through the grey, 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 doing? Nothing
Where are you going? 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 on the fuckin' tip)
Sorry I got existential, what rhymes with that?
Oh yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact (Yeah, yeah)
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 talk my shit
Only been a minute, lemme run up in it, make you sick
Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed
Left with 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 ends