[Intro] Carrie hit my line at 2 a.m., voice steady, focused on her mission. She traced every fentanyl OD back to one name — this dude in Berwyn who been cutting pure fent straight into the coke, knowing it’s dropping bodies left and right. Families want justice. I deliver. Gave me the exact drop: abandoned brick house off Ridgeland and 16th, windows boarded, no lights, no movement. Stalked him for a week thought I had it all planned. I rolled up slow, killed the engine half a block back, crept through the side alley. Slipped in the back door clean… until my Timberland hit that loose floorboard. Loud crack ripped the silence like a starter pistol. Before I could close the gap he was off like a missile — keys in hand, sprinting straight for his Civic. I hop in my vic', 800 horses, silent sleeper under this no shine whip, reinforced steel carriage, bullet proof windows, doors, and shit. Chase was live. He's got no chance. [Hook] Vic' move like smoke through the city, no trace, low sound Chasing down the cutters who poison this town Carrie sent the call, now the reaper’s inbound One wrong breath and it’s lights out on the ground Dead of night, wheels spinning, no mercy found From Berwyn blocks to the rails — you going down [Verse 1] Ridgeland to Cermak, I’m glued to his taillights, Civic swerving wild like he high on his own supply Heart pounding but my grip steady, no panic, just precision — I’m the hunter, he the prey in the night He cuts left on Harlem, tires screeching, red lights bleeding, thinking he can shake the shadow but I’m right behind Every fiend that he fed that fatal blend flashing in my head — yeah the bodies on his hands got me blind with the grind Cicero coming quick, tracks glowing under moonlight, he glances back, eyes wide, knows the reaper’s on his mind I close the gap, bumper kissing, metal kissing, plastic flying — this the moment the whole chase starts to climb [Verse 2] He hits the gas but his hands shaking from the product he been tasting on the low, double-dipping his death dose I stay composed, blacked-out ride ghosting close, no lights flashing, just the growl of the engine and the wind’s cold prose Rail yards blurring past, horns blasting warnings, he panics, yanks the wheel sharp — that’s when I counter-spin like a fuckin' pro My vic' whips around, metal meets pole on the 59th side, crash echo ringing, glass raining like a storm that nobody chose Airbags pop, smoke curls, he stumbles out the wreck, legs jelly from the fenty he been selling and the trendy overdose Too messed up to bolt straight, tripping over gravel, staggering toward the tracks like a fiend who already knows [Bridge/Break] He’s done… legs gone… fent got him numb Staggering on the rails, reaper closing in — time to make him run his mouth before the final sum [evil laugh] [Verse 3] Cicero train tracks under my boots, gravel crunching, freight rumbling distant like a timer ticking doom I grab him by the collar, slam him down cold, steel rails biting his back, no escape from the room “Tell me who you cop the fent from — right now, no games, or this grip turns your lights to permanent gloom” He’s gasping, choking, eyes rolling back but the fear flips the switch — starts spitting names through the fume Supplier out west side, warehouse tucked off Pulaski near 22nd, M.S.13 operation running like a well-oiled drug room I lock every detail in my mental safe, another link in the chain — list keeps getting longer, another name for the tomb [Verse 4] His body twitching from the same poison he been pushing, ironic how the cutter becomes the cut in the end scene I tighten bare hands only, no strap, no flash — just the reaper doing work, silent and clean Watch the light fade, train horn screams closer, steel wheels singing his final requiem for a dream One last breath, one last confession already logged — then it’s over, body laid out for the next passing regimen I stand slow, wipe the night off my palms, leave him stretched on the rails like a message in the wind Another fentanyl phantom erased from the map, Berwyn to Cicero — case closed again. [Outro] Kari’s call answered… supplier next on the list… Tracks still quiet… but the reaper never miss. From the abandoned house to the rails — full circle, sealed
