As I look up from the ground I see darkness all around It's a red night and I don't see any light And then a flat line, I'm fucking ready to die And I'm lost but can be found inside my mind And I'm lost but can be found up in the sky We all fall apart

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

Bitch I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I plan the shots (ugh) I call the calls (ugh) We in this bitch It's goin' down Yeah I'm the king Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? I plan the shots, I call the calls Look I be riding through my

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

Blow that dope, dope 'Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y'all doing? Hey Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it Damn shawty, you know love ain't the same way I do it I'm the only drug you need to get you through it I

When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go I done took all I could take from you Need a little bit more than a break from you Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my

I know you know how All this time I spent slowing it down Now you wanna go fast, now I go fast Girl you best know how to fuck baby And to make love, the way you look Girl you best know how to fuck And to make love, girl, the way that you look The way

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to