[Intro]

Recovery

Rehabilitation

[Verse 1]

Woke up cryin’ out my sleep ain't with my painkillers

Like i fell in love with catching hats and drug dealing

Choppa sounds so damn loud i bet the gods hear it

War with everybody swear i feel like fuck my city

Right now im shot i can't lay down i need sum dead

My own cousin dropped my lo’ i got shot in the leg

Now he got chores cause for that he done made his bed

This my 12th shootout this year, all i see is red

Tryna recover from this shit like im on special teams

Ray charles dont know he so damn blessed cause he dont see a thing

Wish i ain't see my brother die charged it to the game

Whether its a quarter dime a nickel why my nigga change

[Chorus]

I hear demons talking (damn, damn)

I see angels walking (6)

I see the reaper stalking, huh

I hear bibby talking (fuck)

[Verse 2]

I was posed to die, AR bullets flying through my window

Police want answers but they label me like im the killer

My lil cousin died for get back streets had caught up with him

Then i got shot up hours later so its fuck that nigga

Searching for peace looking at my niece she need her uncle here

Glock in my lap and i got killers watching in my rear

I wanna tell god the truth but thats my biggest fear

Fee say sit back and relax big bruh we need you here

Boy this way it ain't never been killing without no killing

Im so lost, what the fuck with my feelings

Damn

With my feelings (ion know)

[Chorus]

I hear demons talking (damn, damn)

I see angels walking (6)

I see the reaper stalking, huh

I hear bibby talking (fuck)