It feels so good to be real
Ahh
Ay ay ay ay lil bitch you know that I'm rocking

Give me that chain

No time for the fucking shenanigans

And now she got threee pussy hole

Dig deep in your mind and maybe you'll find

[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
215s knockin' I'm sending a heat rocket
I'm out of my fucking mind got an 8 ball in each pocket
Ain't no way for me to stop it
Not even if heat popping
Got demons in my head that won't shut up they just keep talking
I'm walking early hours on the streets and plotting on a ploy
I feel just like Eddie Sutton's life at his darkest point
People act like they know me but nobody know my shit
Its all lavish and lovely til' a certain hour hit
Spent too much time on Yoder Ave. just tryna get my grip
But drifting further from sanity just check how far I slip