[Segue]
Fifteen minutes earlier
And then there was a change the following
It's a Monday Tuesday Thursdays
And then, please call me back 'cause
Because there's another change I wanted to discuss with you
About the Monday schedules
But therapy will be starting on Tuesday, June the twenty-ninth
I'm not sure if this message is recording
Um, but please call me back at 586-582-782[?]

[Intro]
No matter how loud you yell or scream [?]
Nobody's gonna help you

[Verse 1]
My mind is crazy, I keep it purple hazy
I keep on spittin' wickеt shit until it doesn't phase me
I think I'm schizophrеnic, so much that I can't stand it
I fiend for paper, gotta have it, when I don't, I panic
Somebody call my doctor, I need my medication
If I don't get it, just might kill you, here's the situation

[Chorus]
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight
[Verse 2]
I gotta make it bubble, if not, then I'm in trouble
I robbed the dealer, took his key on Seven Mile and Hubble
And now his crew is angry, they claim they wanna bang me
But I was starvin', he was eatin', how you gonna blame me?
I'm just a rider ridin', it ain't no sense in hidin'
So if I see you out in traffic, know that we collidin'
It ain't no rest in peace, so I just pack my [?]
[?], better me than the police
So now I doubled up, tripled up, flipped up
Now I got even more cakes to whip up
Construction workers stack bricks up
Pullin' up in the big trucks
Run tell your boss man that I double crossed 'em
Black hands side bitch slapped [?]

[Chorus]
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight

[Verse 3]
Like [?], I be the fire starter
The situation's getting hotter than in Nicaragua
Somebody dropped a dime, on me no dope they find
How you figure snitchin' n***as must be out yo mind
The butcher know I'm beefin', so fuck your police chiefin'
They bloody bodies in the street'll leave they family grievin'
I hear the soldiers' footsteps comin' through the back
With guns out, dressed in black, ready to attack
I grab my mini fourteen hundred round drum
Then I yell, motherfuckers, come and get some
This was my final summer, I lived a life of drama
When they shot me in my head, all I said was "Mama"
[Chorus]
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight
Help me! [?] work all night
Help me! I need [?] to keep my pockets tight

[Outro]
*Gunshots*
Yeah!
Fuck platinum!
This shit is past platinum!
This shit is titanium!
Uranium!
The way I'm fuckin' over your motherfuckin' cranium!
Bitch!