Yeah, like what you know, I'm coming for your soul
And if I grab the scope, there's gon' be nine bullet holes through your dome
But me, I'm just at home, I'm going strong I've been on my phone, I'm sitting there
And I just frozed in stoned I'm trying to write raps, but I can't think
And so I just blink until my eyesight shrink I be in the crowd when everybody in the ring
Don't be sleeping on me, I'ma take you out to drink
Bitch, I'm in your trunk, drinking but I'm drunk Once I get out, best believe I'm rolling up a blunt
I'm just having fun, see all my demons, here they come
You f*ckers better run or you'll be finished, life is done
Mr. Smoked Trees, plus I get the green Yeah, I'm on the block, but you won't see me
With the fiends Go and get your team, unless you're trying
To die, ho Either way, I'm gonna clean up all you pesticides, bro
Pistol on my side, yo, squeezing through your side, though
Watchman on my wrist like I'm just trying to let the time flow
Commit to suicide, ho, think I lost my mind, bro
Lately, I've been so insane, so now you bout to die, yo
Lately, I've been so insane, so now you bout to die, yo