im by my self I'm leaving leave me alone I'm fighting demons called ur phone but nobody breathing running on the 95 with a blunt and my dollars getting high I gonna be rich be for I die man if I die ill be an ai chop in my pocket u know I got a heater rhymes so hot they brake the meter they all crying I killed there leader I don't ask for anything cheaper I don't pay for no features u don't got to cap I'm blowing her back give me a chop I'm killing that rat she is not hot cause her chest a lil flat Ik how to rap keep messing with me u getting slapped talking I know he a fan I tried to press him but u know he ran he died cause he didn't stick to the plan I'm getting high till I land