comin from the grime I know it's my time future shines like a dime my words sour like a lime truly know I'm in a bind truly feel like I'm blind I'm always way to kind gotta switch lanes i will never be the same demons in my ear time to hit it in gear imma so no fear sick of living in poverty wanna get a nice property make that money properly rhymes slice like a artey she wanna touch me like pottery feels like I won the lottery truly ant no mockery truly dark like Jason fighting with Satan lines that leave u pacein money is wht I'll be chasin smokin that kush when i hit the mic you feel a rush you want war you got it got it I'm a true demon u don't know what I'm seein touch my child again ill show u I'm not playin can you hear what I'm sayin I will leave u prayin