I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 1: Sevin]

Gotta keep a cold heart in the depths of a soldier’s soul

Middle of the summer in a drought so we hope for snow

Only hope for dough’s a plug or an nice flick

‘fore we start playing double the price for the white chick

The demand don’t change but it’s hard supplying sales

When you’re beatin’ up your sack pissin’ off clientele

Stressing up late and you’re waiting by your phone

Hopin’ he don’t call you back and say it’s 8 by the zone

Cuz then it’s no profit unless you ride for rocket

Back on the block with a strap in your pocket

And two days earlier the cops sit

Plus it’s Thursday so you know another raid is the topic

You got pride so you know if you get locked this

Judge is gonna drop kick you straight to the mosh pit

Just to probably try to set an example

Cuz election time always brings the federal scandal

They fillin’ up the jails to make it look like they crackin’ down

Crooked pigs probably sell the most crack in town

And the murder rates be rising off the chain

When these new gang bangers want the stripes up off your name

Put a bunch of hungry niggas in the same place

Before long survival of the fittest

City turns into a war zone

Whole hood’s starvin’

Homies probably wanna touch ya

What these niggas know about the problems of a hustler?

[Hook: Sevin]

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 2: Sevin]

Yeah

You gotta warrant out of state and you still on probation

But word just came back on this nigga’s location

So you gotta push your feelin’s aside

Your hood’s all you know so you willing to ride

Hit the big homie cuz you know he always on deck

Get a throw away heater nine millimeter tech

Toss the murder ones over your hands

Wipe down the shells and reload it again

Hit your rellie on the celly tell him scoop

He pulls through in a burned out coupe

With some purp and some lube

First objective is to find his position

You a rider

Only thing on your mind is the mission

What if he hidin’ and we can’t find him?

Hey we gon’ hit him where his momma say

It’s out there in Monterey

Cuz one way or another we gon’ get him

Even if we gotta knock his whole family to hit him

Yeah

Right about this time you start trippin’

“If we get cracked I wonder if this nigga start snitchin’”

“…Nah that’s my nigga he good”

But deep down inside

You still got a funny feelin’ he would

Soon as you think it red and blue lights flashin’

Dumb nigga ran a stop light and blew right past ‘em

Now you on a high speed with the rollers

What these niggas know about the problems of a soldier?

[Hook: Sevin]

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 3: Sevin]

Yeah

Yeah

Your grind is just survival

So you pray they don’t lock ya

Trippin’ with ya chick and now your babies don’t got ya

You miss ‘em so you sittin’ with a baby chrome chopper

Your soul’s beneath the ocean stuck in Davey Jones’ locker

Your life’s wasted

Can’t think of making it without taking it

Good things come to the patient but you can’t wait for it

Situation’s sticky think of lickin’ ya plug stash

No righteous influence Big Momma just passed

Trying to stay clean but you’re stuck in a blood bath

Just finished blowin’ you ain’t goin’ to drug class

This cold world’ll push you over the edge

To the point you can’t control what even goes through your head

You’re bipolar but you ain’t got no more of your meds

You start thinkin your fam will love you more if you’re dead

Got court in two days and if you don’t pay em the fees

They gon’ say you can’t play with your steez

Nigga it’s all bad

You’re burnt out from the stress and the anger

Looking in the mirror all that’s left is a stranger

Stuck staring at the picture life paint’s ya

What these niggas know about the problems of a gangster?

[Hook: Sevin]

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head

Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead

I wake up sweating in my sheets

Every night I see the devil in my sleep