| Can see my opps come on run down on me |
| Oh, woah |
| (My nigga Brando the sickest) |
| (Say, Brando, what it’s hittin' for?) |
| I’m wakin' up out the middle of my fuckin' sleep |
| I can’t seem to stop cryin', I don’t know what the fuck goin' on |
| These demons all over my back |
| Man, this shit just- man, fuck |
| In my sleep this shit get creepy, see my opps come on run down on me |
| Same niggas used to ride my dick like to talk down to me |
| Shit killin' me, 'cause nothin' but bad energy surroundin' me |
| Shit make me mad and flash and fuck around and smoke a pound of weed |
| My head hurt |
| Tryna run from all these problems now my fuckin' legs hurtin' |
| Lookin' for some peace, true I be, I pray these meds work |
| Stressed out with no bond, it ain’t no fun, that’s how the feds work |
| You can’t get no sleep when you in beef, it’s 'bout who dead first |
| And that’s when they forget about you, that shit fucked up |
| I been crossed before, I let it go, I gave my trust up |
| You gon' wanna joce your main ho, I thug and bust up |
| The niggas you call bro ain’t down no more like damn, what’s up? |
| But that’s a mind thing |
| They don’t really give a fuck 'bout you, they playin' mind games |
| I thought we was on some everything is yours is my thing |
| Ain’t shit changed 'bout me, the only thing I see is time change |
| In my sleep this shit get creepy, see my opps come on run down on me |
| Same niggas used to ride my dick like to talk down to me |
| Shit killin' me, 'cause nothin' but bad energy surroundin' me |
| Shit make me mad and flash and fuck around and smoke a pound of weed |
| My head hurt |
| Tryna run from all these problems now my fuckin' legs hurtin' |
| Lookin' for some peace, true I be, I pray these meds work |
| Stressed out with no bond, it ain’t no fun, that’s how the feds work |
| You can’t get no sleep when you in beef, it’s 'bout who dead first |