I swear this shit is, this shit is serious, my nigga
It’s like it’s a constant battle between good and evil
This is like war, man, it’s making my brain hurt
I feel it, aye
And I feel it over and over and over
And over and over till I’m out of control
I feel like I rise and I fear and I know
That it would be way much easier if I sold my soul
This life is a movie and I never stick to the script
And I won’t because I know my role
I wish I was blind but I know what I know
It’s nowhere to turn to and nowhere to go
But baby girl, I’m hustling, tryna come up again
I ain’t got enough money to be republican
My heart cold, I’m just tryna live again
But tomorrow I die I’d give a fuck again
So the fuck I’mma vote for ? ’Cause I’m a role model
So I gotta tell the kids to go out and vote more
Oh, sure, nigga, I’m from the go off
It’s easier to keep fronting so I can show off
Nobody wanna see nothing, nobody wanna be responsible for the repercussions
’Cause God forgives but the reaper doesn’t
The media be misleading the public
Are you our leader, a sheep or a puppet ?
You really you believe what you becoming ?
You never know, though, the spirits, they are among us, you never DOLO
Under Devil’s control I see a whole lot of images, hella photos and I can tell by your logo
These voices in my head got a nigga going crazy
I know, I know, I know these choices in my head got a nigga going crazy
I said these voices in my head, choices in my head
God on my side, demon in my bed, look me in my eye
And tell me I ain’t motherfucking crazy
I know, I know, I know I
Made it up that deal
They gonna kill you, nigga, if you gonna talk about that deal
You better watch what you say in this motherfucking song, boy
I know, I know, I know I better fall back, I better keep it all wrapped
’Cause if the reaper get to calling I don’t get to call back
Me and my niggas all trapped, wait, say it again
Me and my niggas all trapped, little small rats, but the trick is small clap
I bet a dollar for every dollar your Jeffrey Donna and Benny Hannas
But you sleep so you showing up in your best pajamas
And broke bitches tend to go borrow their friends’ pajamas
That’s why they like ballers and dough to spent dollars
On trends and designers, her rent is behind her but she contemplating
Between a Benz and a Honda
Well, I’m dancing in the camera lenses in all this Prada
Blinded by the lights, blinded by the hype
Heaven’s way up there, you blinded by the height
My career’s on the line, I can’t put the rap away
I swear to God it’s easier to go that way
’Fore you learn to consume you just learn to be cool
What the fuck I need a scholarship for ? Fuck all the crap that I learn in school
’Cause if I learn the rules I can learn to rule, right ?
These voices in my head got a nigga going crazy
I know, I know, I know these choices in my head got a nigga going crazy
I said these voices in my head, choices in my head
God on my side, demon in my bed, look me in my eye
And tell me I ain’t motherfucking crazy
It’s my career on the line if I don’t chose
What can I do ? What the fuck I wanna do ?
Can I say what the fuck I wanna say ?
And can I move how the fuck I wanna move ?
Tell me, am I crazy ? Am I insane ?
Oh, can I play how the fuck I wanna play ?
Can I wear what the fuck I wanna wear ?
And can I pray how the fuck I wanna pray ?
Baby girl
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