Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep Up above in my head, instead of going under Instead of going under Instead of going under again Maybe we're just trying to hard When really it's closer than it is too far The faster we're falling, We're

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

It keep mi calma, it mek mi smarta Marijuana pon di corna Getting to ma head Burning on the highway, it's the highest grade Burning on di highway, it's di highest grade It's getting to ma head I give it to some of ma bredren an mi sistren to use it It's

Hope that cosurmyne Just get out of bed and forget it man You're getting ahead of yourself again It won't dissapear Hot spell on the roof I'm on Tryna give in to find someone Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah How d'you do, baby?