Red eyes, car tires, late nights
Pretty women, my main guys, late flights
Living through my days like this ain't life
Dreams I can't lose so you know I press snooze twice
Focused on survival
While I get my cake because the game a vicious cycle
Going for the title, respected by my idols
Living by the Bible now, so they calling me a psycho
See, that's why I say the world's iffy
Thoughts move through swiftly while I'm breaking down this fifty
And I'm screaming "free Mike, Ness, and Spiffy"
Til they let my n***as free or the lord come and get me
It's just the way I'm feeling
I see these clown n***as slipping
But my lil bro tell me they all banana peeling
On the top chilling
Waking up in a young actress' loft
All the windows from the floor to ceiling
Rolling weed as I rise from my sleep
Constant reminders why I find her a freak is what follows
And no matter, stripper, actress, or a model
Guarantee you by the end of that bottle they all swallow, fool