[Intro 1] [dry male vocals, room tone] [Verse 1] Yes you did. Yes you did. Yep. You did it. It was you. [Intro 2] Glide through the night, black cloak cuttin' the mist, Red eyes glowin', clockin' every clown on the list. Chicago full of goofies flexin' like they tuff, I see the fake, the cap, the soft in the bluff. Timbs on wet pavement, smoke in my wake, Reaper laughin' low at the jokes they make. [Hook] Chicago goofies think they tuff, but they soft like cake, Pose with the pole on the 'Gram, still run they fake. (Fools) Reaper in the black, red eyes cut through the cap, You ain't 'bout that life, just a goofy in the trap. (triggity) Flex foe nem bold, slide in comments like a boss, But fold in the field, straight clown, no sauce. (saucy) Demons chucklin' deep at your fake ass parade, I own every block — y'all just lames in the shade. [Verse 1] Strollin' Gold Coast mansions, trust-fund goofies flex, Postin' fake straps online, never seen real checks. Had to shadow one who thought he ran the coast, Dropped his phone and cried when my red eyes got close. ("Why the laugh Reap??") 'Cause he preyed with lies dressed in gold, Sellin' dreams to the young while his heart stayed cold. Shift to Lincoln Park paths, green by day, fake at night, Goofies claimin' sets they ain't never held tight. I move like smoke through their selfie-stick parade, They talk that drill shit but fold when the real invade. Demons whisper "end these clowns," but I resist the pull, Just a goofy pack — not worth my wrath, just dull. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] River North lights flash, these club goofies actin' hard, Velvet rope warriors, never caught a real charge. Had to ghost one who ran his mouth 'bout the block, He froze up quick when my cloak hit the spot. ("Why expose the fake Reap?") 'Cause he squeezed folks dry with scams, Braggin' 'bout opps he ain't never touched with hands. Magnificent Mile neon on their rented chains, Goofies flexin' heavy but fold under real pains. I slip through tourists laughin' at their weak charade, Demons feed on fear while their tough guy mask fade. Resist the dark pull, keep my code on lock, These River North clowns just another goofy flock. [Break] [Verse 3] Austin blocks where these West Side goofies claim the throne, Postin' up with props but never slid alone. Had to scare a poser who thought he ran the ave, He dropped the flag quick, turned soft like a slab. ("Why the diss Reap??") 'Cause he preyed light on the young and lost, Talked that gangsta shit but his heart paid the cost. Garfield Park shadows hide their fake ass drills, Goofies pushin' cap where the real ones get killed. I bleed through the alleys, Timbs crushin' their rep, Demons howl laughin' at the lies they all step. System failed these streets but these clowns make it worse, Just goofy packs — I watch 'em fold in the hearse. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] North Lawndale corners, goofies claimin' every lot, Runnin' mouths 'bout beef but never hit the spot. Had to end one who crossed from fake to real prey, Snatched the weak and paid with his own blood that day. ("Why the kill Reap??") 'Cause he turned his cap into harm, Preyed on the block with that soft-ass charm. Englewood streets echo with their weak ass flex, Gang sets laugh 'cause these goofies just a mess. I don't pick sides, just expose the clown parade, Demons feast on fear while their tough guy mask fade. Resist full dark, keep my wrath for the true, These Lawndale lames ain't even worth the view. [Hook] Chicago goofies think they tuff, but they soft like cake, Pose with the pole on the 'Gram, still run they fake. (Fools) Reaper in the black, red eyes cut through the cap, You ain't 'bout that life, just a goofy in the trap. (triggity) Flex foe nem bold, slide in comments like a boss, But fold in the field, straight clown, no sauce. (saucy) Demons chucklin' deep at your fake ass parade, I own every block — y'all just lames in the shade. [Verse 5] Roseland corners where the South Side goofies break, Claim the whole Chi but they fold when real wake. Had to bury one who turned his flex to real sin, Beat the innocent down, now his story end. ("Why the end Reap??") 'Cause he crushed hope under fake boot, Talked that drill but his heart stayed soft and mute. Every block from shine to these depths full of cap, Goofies think they kings but I see the trap. Demons scream louder at the clowns in the game, I hold the line, never fallin' to the fame. Reaper's tour done, from Gold Coast lies to the grime, Y'all goofy packs — Chicago's real wrath is mine. [Outro] The Chi full of clowns but I never sleep, (no snorin') Shadow on the goofies, the promise that I keep. They think they tuff from the lake to the blocks [POO-POO}
