Recovery Rehabilitation 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 I hear demons talking (damn, damn) I see angels walking (6) I see the reaper stalking, huh I hear bibby talking (fuck) 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) I hear demons talking (damn, damn) I see angels walking (6) I see the reaper stalking, huh I hear bibby talking (fuck)