I been going through some thangs Can’t lie I’ve changed Gripping on that wood grain Smoking on that propane Fighting demons in my head Like people back from the dead Wish time would stop And I could see my pops And I could just go back to bed The earth is quaking and my body aching Feeling like a feign a crackhead You gon shoot at who Just know I’m crippin fool Craccin at you with the tool My niggas gon ride and if you ready to die We in a stolo on a drive by