My gun was under the seat
What in the hell am I doing telling you that?
Am I looking- am I a masochist am I looking to be tormented further?
I'm trying to show you just how, awful this got
How commanding, these rages got
I was raging inside
There was just, Incredible, energys, positive and negative
It was easier, I was getting better at it
I was getting less detectable
I started, plotting, that invisibility
Severing the human head
Two of them at night
In front of my mothers residencе, and outside, I looked troubled at timеs
In the past, I looked moody
Not very sane

[Verse 1: COCAINE KRUEGER]
I'm Cocaine Krueger and I'm [?] where the killas, we [?] mane
Fresh up out the south in Tennessee we put it down mane
Going hard we showing, ain't no questioning this shit
Talking down on the clique, you'll be a victim of this shit
Can't restrain the anger got me fillin up a [?]
I'll think of something fatal fuck around and Ima lay you out
I see these bustas hating, all alone
Bring it to the light I know that yall some fucking hoes
Feelin' bright scared to fight, scared to come out side at night
Killa [?] Fucking blame him
Cause I'm out side waiting
Cock yo' Glock and get the bag
Now Im one who calls, said they heard a couple gunshots
Cops tryna watch they tryna make all of my [?]
Got all of these [?] so know it ain't no stopping bitch
Just tryna in my [?] I'm taking shit, robbing shit
You must not, no hoe, im gone off that fucking floor
Walking out, in the south we running hoe
And I'm out