[Hook]
Out here something's wrong in my halo
I hear monsters under my bed
Keep a pistol next to my pillow
Oh those monsters better beware
You make your bed you go lay in it
You make your bed you lay in it
You make your bed you go lay in it
You make your bed you lay in it

[Verse 1]
Uh uh, flashbacks of my past raps
Before we got ass [?]
Where we used to stash gats
From po' where the trash at
A chase for the fat stacks
On pace to make mad racks
Not that I'm a bad guy
I just found what I'm good at
Hood rats things with my friends
Give again
Smoking blunts during lunch
Skipping class on a hunt for a means to make ends
Papa never drove a Benz
Played the lotto every night
Can't remember if he'd win
Guess he didn't
I ain't trippin'
I ain't wishin' on a star
I was different than my n***as in the kitchen whippin' hard
Pimpin' broads breaking hoes
Treat your nose
Ice cold
Nice clothes
Light gold
Sell a dream
Buy a soul
Coppin' blow
Many skank
Life [?]
Might think that I can't feel remorse for the choice and the voices in my head
Sounds like monsters under beds
Let my past come to haunt me if it want me
I ain't scared