Fighting My Demons

Where the fuck's my blunt?

Where the fuck's my cup?

Where the fuck's my reefer?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm smokin' on kush

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm smokin' on kush

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

You know I'm a chief?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

You know I'm a chief?

I'm flyin' just like an eagle

Bitch cryin', I don't need her

Four-five, long heater

Hellcat big two-seater

This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her

I'm on the block servin' entrées, yeah, three-fives a reefer

Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em

Huh, huh, and I be chiefin'

All these hoes are some eaters, huh, huh, they'll be eatin'

Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'

We got four sticks, we're four deep, in the four-door Jeep

My boy trigger finger itchin', leave his brains on the seat

My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the heat

Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet

I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked

She pops X, she pops X, yeah, yeah, she sleeps

Cullinan Rolls-Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet

Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?

You or me?

(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)

You or me?

You or me?

(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)

Yeah

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(Star made the beat, I just took it out of the oven)

Yeah

I've been fighting my demons, huh

I've been fighting my–, yeah

I've been fighting my demons, huh

I've been fighting my–, yeah

I've been fighting my demons, huh

I've been fighting my–, huh

I've been fighting my demons, huh

I've been fighting my–, huh, huh

I've been fighting my demons, yeah

I've been fighting my–, huh, huh

I've been fighting my demons, yeah

I've been fighting my–, yeah

I've been fighting my demons, yeah

I've been fighting my–, huh

I've been fighting my demons, huh-yeah