[Chorus 1]

200 demons creeping in my room (yah)

Smoking hella gass, with my whiteyz smell the fumes (yah)

Hold on

Shorty come and ease my pain

I smoked all my life now I feel a Lil bit lame

Grind my name

I don't wanna love you now my head is full of shit

Everything I do, I'm thinking only bout that bitch

I don't understand how I always end a misfit

Brake your shit like moafucking biscuits

[Verse 1]

Feel free?

Still feeling a bit stiff (yah)

We'll see what I'm holding in my fist (yah)

Kill Bill, Imma chop that moafucka up

Get the fuck up, you're crying like a sucka

Young Cartier, I'm up for this shit

Stop playing with me, shimmy shimmy yah

Do the money dance

I'm fucking up the game cuz I can

Fuck the fame, fuck them bitches

I ain't losing up my chance to blow up

[Bridge 1]

Losing up my body

Loosen up the path, I'm with Lucy on a Rary

2 seat, start, bitch get the fuck abovе me

No time, fear nonе, paigons playing on me

Tired of this loneliness, Imma go scanning

Tired of this phoniness, everybody scamming (yah)

We give no fuck bout your feelings (wow)

Cuz we are too hot in the business

[Chorus 2]

200 demons creeping in my room (yah)

Smoking hella gass, with my whiteyz smell the fumes (yah)

Hold on

Shorty come and ease my pain

I smoked all my life now I feel a Lil bit lame

Grind my name

I don't wanna love you now my head is full of shit

Everything I do, I'm thinking only bout that bitch

I don't understand how I always end a misfit

Brake your shit like moafucking biscuits

[Verse 2]

Brake through

All my insecurities, I fucking hate you

I need all this validation, need all that fuel

I'm doing this so I can smoke a nickel with my crew

You know I always keep it true

(wuhh wuhh)

Is there a problem with me?

Or is it just the rest of us so blind is getting harder to see

Man I just wanna be free, is pretty hard inside this word

Man I said shotgun, I take the lead lil bitch

[Bridge 2]

Running for my goals

I'm not made for love, I'll take your drugs and I'll go

Them whiteyz, they be capping on that druggy shit

I'm all alone...

I got thought that Imma do shit on my own

Rolling up my life inside that paper, bro, I'm tripping

I don't wanna show off cuz I'm looking for some feelings

Eating with the devil chicken wings

You know I'm ready for the thing

I've been running for the scene

[Chorus 3]

200 demons creeping in my room (yah)

Smoking hella gass, with my whiteyz smell the fumes (yah)

Hold on

Shorty come and ease my pain

I smoked all my life now I feel a Lil bit lame

Grind my name

I don't wanna love you now my head is full of shit

Everything I do, I'm thinking only bout that bitch

I don't understand how I always end a misfit

Brake your shit like moafucking biscuits