Roswell

[Verse]
BITCH IM STILL ROLLIN IN THAT FUCKIN HONDA CIVIC LIKE ITS STOLEN
AND I DONT FUCK WITH NO FUCK BOYS IN MY CIRCLE
BITCH YOU ARE DEAD TO ME
BITCH YOU A MEMORY
YOU CANT FEEL MY MYSERY
IF IM THE GOAT; YOU ARE THE SHEEP
ENTER MY CIRCLE WHEN YOU ARE THE HOPELESS I KNOW THIS THAT I AM THE PROPHECY FLOATING MY WAY UP THE CREEK
WHERE WERE YOU AT WHEN I WASNT NOTHIN
ACTIN LIKE YOU THE TOPIC OF DISCUSSION NOW
I KNOW YOU AINT SHIT. GOT ME FUCKED UP
IT AINT ENOUGH WHETHER IM STEADILY SMOKIN OR MENTALLY COPING