Motel room

I'm in a hotel room right now, the feds put me on bail
I made a pentagram on the floor, I guess that I'm going hell
You will never fucking understand, I sold my soul for the money and fame
You will never fucking understand, That I'm stuck in my fucking ways

Mama telling me that I should change, Open up the Bible, rip a page
I don't give a f*ck about what you saying, I'm so stuck up in my fucking ways
I know I'ma die at 21, I know I'ma die at 21
I know I'ma die at 21, And I know how I'ma die

I sold my soul for money and bitches, But these bitches left my heart in stitches
I know that I'm on the racks to riches, I've 15,000 on my watch
Yes, my wrist, bitch, And my wrist clicked, And my neck glistening
VVS's diamonds dripping on me when I'm stab her

You can have my number, but I will delete your text
I've been fucking bitches off a vine, I'm off a set, set, set
Yeah, I'm off a set, Money, xans, meds, yeah, I'm off the Percocet
She said that she love me, but I will delete her text

I've been on a plane, I'm on the road, I'm on a jet, yes, yes
I said I sold my soul in a hotel room in a pentagram
Motherfucker, yeah, you know it's real, If you don't, you can go and check my Instagram
I'm in a hotel room right now, The feds put me on bail

I made a pentagram on the floor, I guess that I'm going to hell
You will never fucking understand, I sold my soul for the money and fame
You will never fucking understand that I'm stuck in my fucking ways