Now I’m feeling dialed Living like I’m wi-yuld Have fun on the mic Now I’m styuld Kicking back living life like I’d a chi-yuld Doing what I’m destined to do Before i store all of the gore Thinkin to pore All my shit out on the mic While I store The good memories Hoping not too bore All the fans that listen to my music Now I’m di-yuld And wi-yuld But anyway I got a dream Smearing cream on my tattoos mother fucker Hoping they heal well After all I’m living under A damn spell Maturity soaking in well Having fun I’m a natural weapon Please god Play this desecration On the mic Because I’m fading a way in the night So imma hold it down With all the shit that I go through To be a better person to you That’s what I go to Because I’m living large and I owe it to you My brother Yeah my bro To be a better friend and to be a go to guy Because bro you ask me why I struggle so bad While getting high Because I love my life and yet you asks me why Do I keep fighting while high Like You ask me why Because the high Makes me feel like a top notch guy So I’m sittin here spilling bars With the dream of a rap career fast cars. Money, And a hunny Baby and a home built movie theatre So why Must a feel like I must die To get clear of these demons Like why Because I like to fly So damn hard Because I got the skills of a golden card And a green card My bro So I’m golden baby And I fight with the green Hitting the gas like a fein After all it’s basically free gas bro Yeah yo Yeah yeah yeah yo I know I’m a gangster with that flow So baby please Do n’t let me go Because I’m lover not a fighter After all yeah yo And I love it I know I was smoking way more Than I was way back then Now I’m a king pin of that crime In that den