Nigga, I was down bad, now I'm on a jet for real Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill Sippin' on this codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill I want a couple million without a record deal Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a

Things that I have been dealt Places that I have roamed Home, I’m home Home, I'm home, home, home, home Home, I'm home Streets full of people with trinkets to share Offerin' them up for the folks in despair Yandi and crystals and oils for growth

Damage incorporated Blood will follow blood Dying time is here Dealing out the agony within Charging hard and no one's gonna give in Living on your knees, conformity Or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies work as one Bloody, but never cry

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week You cry a little, so do I, so do I Breaking things that I should keep I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to

I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

Something for the fans I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with

I'm not dealing with that devil anymore Heaven knows you've done your chore You were sent here just to save me I'm not dancing with those demons So, go to sleep, my weary lady Yeah, go to sleep, my weary lady I used to live with the whiskey And the good

To shut out feeling lonely; I get out of my head Lost everything around me Not dealing with it well Why would you want to love somebody when love hurts in the end? To shut out being lonely; I get out of my head Living in a broken home alone 16 weeks

What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting Back when Cube, was rolling with Lorenzo in

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the