[Chorus: Prodigy]
I sit alone in my dirty-ass room staring at candles
High on drugs
All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you n***as
I sit alone in my dirty-ass room staring at candles
High on drugs (Yeah)
All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle (Yo, yo)
Scheming on you n***as

[Verse 1]
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night I'ma look for cuz
Just ride through his hood, when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck, and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it, so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say, "P pop a lot of shit"
Too much of that Gangsta Muzik, nah this reality rap
I really go through it, in interrogation rooms, I don't crack
N***a, I don't got none for ya, talk to my lawyer
Shit, nowadays is hard to kill
Be careful where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we undеr surveillance
That On Star on your car track evеrywhere you've been
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna sneak and peak inside my home
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
In my rear view mirror, each car, they follow me
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
'Til I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four-corner room