I'm dresssing up in all black and grabbing my mask
When I ask mothafuck better give up the cash
Growing up was rough so I had to do it fast
Never fail always surpass my enemie
I'm surrounded by all of this negative ass energy
You know what it is and how it makes a g
My mac wrapped up inside a black ass roseary
Looking into the mirror and I seem to even bearly notice me
I'm gonna do a robbery, just getting money anyway that I can
Welcome to the gangland where you become you're own man
Having late night conversations with someone who is imaginary
Do you wanna take a journey or is my mind to scary?
Been caught up in these mothafuckin streets
Momma say to "stop playin" but the streets keep on paying
I stay praying but nobody ever seems to answer
I ain't preachin cause I ain't no fuckin paster
The demons, they whisper for me to be the creepa
The demons, they follow wherever that I go
The demons, can be heard when I grab the bottle
Rainy day, cloudy whether and life just don't seem to get much better
I see the demons and they keep on with the whisper
The grim reaper holding out his hand with a glock & tells me to "be his friend"
A pussy ass nigga is just someone that I can't stand
My goons throwing up the W like the clan
You supposed to be a real man so what's up with all this pretend
I've been hustling since the age of ten
Moms was the pot and pops was the glock
My role models all wounded up getting shot
Streets raised and this ain't no mothafuckin faze
Trying to change my crazy ways but I'm stuck ina mothafuckin maza
The demons, they whisper for me to be the creepa
The demons, they follow wherever I go
the demons, can be heard when I grab the bottle
I see the darkness that lurks inside of my shadow
I'm ready to take on anyone who wants to fuckin battle
I'll make your body shake like a snakes rattle
I stay talking to my demons with one lit candle
I seen shit that you couldn't even handle
Hearing the voices that gives me no choices
I stay up fighting with my mental just for fun
Sitting in my room all alone and I let the barrel spin from the gun
Pointing it to my head and I click, just wishing that life was done
They say I'm gods child but he don't treat me like no son
I'm that fallen angel that was left behind
My heart, well now that's going to be hard to find
Pray for me cause I ain't strong enough to pray for myself
I'm smoking heavy to just ruin my health
Please I'm begging and asking for your help
My guts have fallen lower than my belt
I ain't felt alive for years so I chug hella beers
You would drop hella tears if I told you about all of my fears.
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