I smoked away my brain,
I think Im going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums,
I think they going numb
Im having stomach pains,
Now Im throwing up
Cause Im a microphone fiend,
Give me the bass, give me the beat
And let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, young Martin Luther King with a dream
That one day, with my team, we can make it with this rappin
Now we swaggin making money in Manhattan, straight was happenin
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
A rebel to my death is in my flesh is in my vessels
Fuck the clique you with,
Im finna fuck the bitch you next to
Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, Im disrespectful
They know the kid get it, get get sick spit
Clip spit, quick split shit, hit kids, women
Oh thats your girl huh that I just hit
Its ASAP nigga live with it
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone These demon thoughts they start to drown me Lord don't leave me all alone
{Aw, yeah... aw, yeah...} let the beat chill {*3X*} Hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel