I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
Every Night I feel em fucking with me
I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night
Open up my eyes to cold
sweat bloody clothes from my nose erghh
Nothing nice Father I’ve killed a man but I had to do it
Only thing is ‘he’ is me damn
how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this
My skin is bluish voices in my head saying
Don’t be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it
Cut it snuff it puff it shoot it only one
I trust now is myself these muthafucka’s Judas
Gun in my pillow cause’ all I feel is this paranoia
Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him
The devils here but I’m still awake then I broke the mirror
Why Cause I seen his face even my bitch corrupted
I fucked her pussy until it’s bloody took it out
and then she sucked it told me that she loved it Bitch
Everything is black I think I am deceased
I am a ghost without the bed sheets X speak
If a beast is what I got to be then so be it
Fuck it if I got to live it then ya’ll gon’ see it
Eat it Shit it Live it it’s in my blood
That’s why I get down like ‘What’ from the dirt to the mud
You fucked up thinking shit was sweet but shit in the streets
Make you split the heat to the back of
his head make you spit teeth only love ones grieve
And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep
But man shit’s deep
I swear that I can feel em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel ‘em fucking with me
Why Please God
The streets still the same
Ain’t right if a nigga can’t still feel the pain
But still kill the game still keep real and aim
I get down one way we could keep it
that one way or take it to gun play
Let a nigga know If we going to walk this dog
Or If we ain’t gon talk at all
Make a nigga have to talk with the 4
it’s the only language you know
There you go Pop pop pop Now there you go
And I hate that I can see snakes clearly
They don’t even try to hide it’s like they try to get near me
Most of ya’ll don’t hear me it’s like I’m talking to myself
You niggas is so dumb I feel like I’m talking for my health
It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth
cause there ain’t no money in the truth
Shit I live this shit for real Ya’ll make it up in the booth
Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn’t plan on
Wasn’t prepare for really couldn’t stand on
Fuck it Turn the cam on tie his feet
and his hands up and watch him
I’ll be back up with that heat to get his tan on
Now that’s for fucking with me
And that’s for my dog
This because where you’re going
you’re not gonna need that arm
The street’s is talking Uh oh there they come
Thirsty for that blood Red rum red rum
Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill
Or to be so trapped when you scream
your throat cuts like jagged pills
And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies
And all the ‘high’s crimes and lies’ come alive muthafucka
I swear that I can feel ‘em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me
Why Please God