[Chorus]

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]

I'ma bring the guap and I'ma bring the hoes too

And I got my shooter, you can get your ass barbecued

Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?

Ride on yo block lookin' for you, nigga where are you?

You was lookin' suspect, I ain't want to harm you

Goin' real fast, I can show you what the turn do

Yes I was wit' yo bitch nigga, that don't concern you

Steam out that choppa, gon' fuck around and iron you

Came out the streets, made it further than the block go

All my vatos countin' guap, eatin' nachos

Acting like you ride nigga 'til you hit a pothole

Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on 'em macho

K let off and it's soundin' like a congo

Go in my hood and it's soundin' like a jungle

Ain't been back yet, I'm still runnin' from the popo

This .45 got more kick than the .44

[Chorus]

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]

I'm sippin' on Wockhardt tastin' like Kool-Aid

I love money like Jay love D'Ussé

Countin' big bands like hip hip hooray

Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray

Come get your fix, fuck around, be too late

Drank that you're sippin' fuck around, be bootleg

Chains on me look just like ice age

I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid

Keep sneak dissin' boy, you don't wanna fight me

Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y

When we let shots off, she was soundin' feisty

Plottin' on shit, she was soundin' real heisty

Lazy ass nigga always worried 'bout what niggas do

When I up the heat, nigga duck 'cause I'm finna shoot

Fuck around and hurt nigga, have the shells endin' you

If you get money, hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you

[Chorus]

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah