Текст пісні Reefah - Chief Keef

Reefah

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon\nI’m gettin' money these niggas don’t know the meanin'\nI just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'\nOut there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it\nWhen I was 16 I was on the front wit' a nina\nUp in the field while you was up in the bleachers\nIf I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers\nPullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah\nI’mma bring the guap and I’mma bring the hoes too\nAnd I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued\nJump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?\nRide on yo block lookin' for you, nigga where are you?\nYou was lookin' suspect, I ain’t want to harm you\nGoin' real fast I can show you what the turn do\nYes I was wit' yo bitch nigga that don’t concern you\nSteam out that choppa gon' fuck around and iron you\nCame out the streets made it further than the block go\nAll my vatos countin' guap, eating nachos\nActing like you ride nigga 'till you hit a pothole\nFresh ass nigga I be flexing on 'em macho\nK let off and it’s sounding like a congo\nGo in my hood and it’s sounding like a jungle\nAin’t been back yet I’m still running from the popo\nThis .45 got more kick than the .44\nWhen I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon\nI’m gettin' money these niggas don’t know the meanin'\nI just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'\nOut there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it\nWhen I was 16 I was on the front wit' a nina\nUp in the field while you was up in the bleachers\nIf I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers\nPullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah\nI’m sipping on like Kool-Aid\nI love money like Jay love D’Ussé\nCounting big bands like hip hip hooray\nHundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray\nCome get your fix fuck around, be too late\nDrank that you’re sipping fuck around, be bool aid\nChains on me look just like ice age\nI got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid\nKeep sneak dissin' boy you don’t wanna fight me\nGot Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y\nWhen we let shots off she was sounding feisty\nPlotting on shit she was sounding real heisty\nLazy ass nigga always worried bout what niggas do\nWant to up the heat? Nigga duck 'cause I’m finna shoot\nFuck around and hurt nigga have the shells ending you\nIf you get money hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you\nWhen I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon\nI’m gettin' money these niggas don’t know the meanin'\nI just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'\nOut there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it\nWhen I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina\nUp in the field while you was up in the bleachers\nIf I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers\nPullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah