They laughing at me singing like a joke but I'm broke but got two kids need a toke auto tune or ghost writer that's a joke out here trappin dealin dope is my only hope life's got me by the throat I don't now how much more till I choke devils in my head wanting to break bread going downhill like I'm on a sled it's like a jail cell inside my head should I just end it instead voices in my head want me dead streets made me now enslave me hold me down i just want my crown I'm not a clown running with emotions can't get them out felling hopeless