okay okay listen the choices that you make can get you stomped on yea the choices that you make can leave you straight gone leave ya dead in the grave aging straight old these choices in life I'll never know smoking on the zaza to keep my life in control coming near my demons you only option is to fold what's the matter you came at them like you fucking really bold little do you know we stepping by each other that's the code yea now you know we pressure we break ya fucking nose make you lose yo soul over here we never fold tryna grow ya chest at us we'll have ya scared freezed cold then my demons and me go catch ya on the snap hoe we drop shit leave ya on the ground floor on my real steppas I'll never close the door before that the devil can pull my own life cord hoe it's them choices I don't like but I have to afford remember putting a nigga thru somebody else's door on the floor tell me I'm not a demon o lord I been chilling and banging good since out the door