[Intro: Aiden Everett & kaleb2turntt]

What he say that Gucci was? Camel fleece?

Nah, that’s camel wool

Killed it like the wolves, times two

[Verse 1: Aiden Everett]

If you seen what I seen, you wouldn't sleep right

(Yea, I don't sleep right)

I'm bound through blood to my past

I got demons in my path, through my soul they pass

See 'em all around—

Them and the Devil look at me and smile

He told me that he proud

While he creep around and prowl

They said these demons only haunt me if I let 'em in

I didn’t let 'em in

Nah, they kicked down the door and brought the Devil in

Every verse I spit bleeds, that’s where I’vе been hiding pain

Tryna box with my regrets, but they fight likе they been trained

[Bridge: Aiden Everett]

Trained—on yo bitch, we ran a train

God’s a joke, so do what you want

Live life like a game

That was the Devil talkin'

[Verse 2: Aiden Everett]

I got angels screaming, "Run!"

Like I'm stuck in this game

(Stuck in the pain)

I ain’t talking 'bout the pain of this video game

Demons in my brain, and a Bible in my hand

It hurts to flip the page

'Cause they strike a nerve when I do

How could I kick the cup? That’s fucked up

I know, 'cause I been kicked down all my life

(Like, what did he do?)

I vent through my lyrics

It’s easy for me, 'cause I find it hard to speak my mind

(Music my therapy)

They all said I changed—nah, I'm just being me

Time to chase another high, I'm just fiending to feel at peace

Percocets blew my mind

Life is a puzzle, I’m tryna piece

I got the chains, and I got the watches

All I'm missing is diamonds on my teeth

I'm re-evolving

Demon mode, I got K9’s for all my teeth

I got K9 for my brother

K9 interlude, catch 'em up to speed

[Outro: kaleb2turntt]

(One hundred percent)

They do ack down here

Get beat, just like this fucking beat

I like cheese curd, yea

With the lil' extra cup, with the extra cheese

(How I like my money)

Only exotic shit

Exotic Gucci fleece, exotic weed

Run up on me, I’ma cut ya head off

Like it’s time to fucking weave

Stomp ya stomp out, in my Balenciaga sneaks

Fresh to death, but I smell like dead bodies

Man, I fucking reek

(Eh…)