Please recycle my kids gotta live double up nigga I still gotta sin Here pour a cold beer In your mutha fucking ear matta fact Give me a tear matta fact give me fear I don't want you no where near you ain't got no sigs to steer you ain't had no cigs for a year now you find yourself here 666 devils telling me to kick it the bucket so fuck it I'll tie the noose then tip it but not before I crack another charge I finished no face no crew and and my brain cells diminished but give me that mic this fucking nigga can still get it I'm a slave uh slave to the music now anti christ wants just wants me to abuse it pull it and shoot no regret because it was meant to be just fulfilling my destiny I got right with the universe but it's still tryna fuck my mind give me time back to the grind ou got no dad so you fear yourself You had a kid so you fear your health