Yeah Bitch I'm a dying breed In a cold world, tryna find peace Wrestle demons like an iron sheet Fuck a cheap pussy on designer sheets Niggas sleeping on me, they counting sheep Had to level up, I was down beneath I thought making money helped to hide the grief (I did) Yeah No love in the heart of city (no love) Hard to be in the mix with these niggas (I don't) I never party with Diddy (uh uh) Gotta be at the party with blickies (blicky) You know these niggas be shifty (shifty) And I be too paranoid, iffy I know the lord is still with me Hold W's, headaches and sedatives Probably need a second therapist (I do) Desert Eagle for the derelict We don't negotiate with terrorists (uh uh) I don't believe these niggas narrative (I don't) So pussy you could be a surrogate (real) I murder everything [?] on I pull up hit the booth and then I [?] it No money's a problem (moneys a problem) Mo' money and problems (money and problems) However it goes, you never can dodge and it's always a problem (always a problem) Big brother keep watching (brother keep watching) And feed on the bottom (feed on the bottom) I'm searching for solice but deep in my soul something seems to be bothered These niggas all snakes, don't seem to be solid These bitches ain't saints they, reach in your wallet They pussy ain't free, we need to deposit It is what it is, sir I could not call it They selling they souls, but didn't read the clauses The blood on their hands would not be acknowledged I count up the dead, my dearly departed Dear mama I'm sorry I'm cleaning my closet Yeah In and out of the meet with the higher ups Smiling faces hate the sight of us Money only thing that I discuss Get my dick sucked in the cybertruck Feeling tough, go ahead try your luck Rappers all talk all the hype for what You don't wanna be the one that rival us Light 'em up