text: These hits of cannabis filling my system
   but I never listen
  The bitching is pointless
  Mug on me Im taking your soul
  Swallow it whole
  Fuck you been told?
  Still on my feet
  Even if mentally I am deceased
  Pain I unleash while the demons they creep
  You cannot see them but I grit my teeth cause I know that theyre out there
  Smoking without care
  Do to me wrong
  Wont be round for long
  Got to stay strong
  Release my emotion when I hit the bong
  Shit, Im drifting
  My mind is shifting
  Im losing my grip
  Im choosing to swish, blood on your lip
  Finish the moat and Im still equipped with the schitzo about the material
  Red eyes and dreaded, I look like Im serial
  Look through the 
  Bust out my twelfther and hash for the bitches stop blocking on purpose
  Dont need a gun cause I kill with my verses
  Trying the curses and house boy, youre worthless
  Uzi I purchased to make a lil extra
  Need a few more so it takes to
  Talking bout grace
  Broke through her place
   is serious
  Bitch got the trace
  Bit her leg off just in case Im unlucky
  Im the OG, dont fuck with the buckies
  Guns in, roll out the duckies
  Bring round the hatred
  My own boys be sacred
  Aint about the fake shit
  Pussy ass bitch, dont take no shit from a fake mother fucker
  No cash, no clips
  Bust em in the face one time with the Oakwood bat bitch aint coming back from this
  Hide a body in the bottom of the canal
  Just cant keep on looking, nowhere to be found
  Making it look like a suicide
  Believe me, I rehearsed it about a thousand times
  Sitting at the foot of my bed
  Im wondering why the fuck God never listen to me
   shit that Ive gotten me and me only
  Still I never crack no grin
  Im never gonna be your friend
  Till Im up in the sky
  High and Im rotting and far from a civilization until the day I die
  Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
  Fake motherfucker take your handouts
  Dont got no shit to say?
  You see me face to face
  The Devil laughing at you as you say grace