Created Freestyle
Smoking hella weed getting hella faded
Staring in the mirror thinking
Mama look what you created
Look what you created look what you created
Young motherfucking nightmare
Nigga never had no dreams
Yeah that's him right there
Gun tucked into my jeans
Ride around the city like "what?"
Niggas don't wanna come near me
I don't give a fuck if you love it
I don't give a fuck if you don't hear me
Shhhh nigga hear the demon talking
Nigga don't be up talking
I need to get the people off me
I don't give a fuck about it
Nigga i'm just doing me
Nigga i'm a sicko psycho
Difference between you and me
Gang bang nigga with a semi-automatic
If a nigga trippin' i'ma let
A nigga have it
Catch a nigga slippin' then i
Hit em through the static
Them niggas already know that
(He a bumpin' addict?)
Break into your home and leave
Your body in the attic
Pop another pill and hit the
Liquor i'm an addict
Sick of motherfuckers who be
Talkin' bout the static
But when i pop up on em
They be running like a (panic?)
Coz i'm the only motherfucker in
My reach and killin' shit
Everybody lookin' at me don't know
Who you dealin' with
Every time i make another song
I make a nigga quit
I don't even gotta try not even a little bit
Pickin' up a pen and pad and
If i do i scribble shit
Kinda like a little kid
Nigga you ain't sick as this
I could get your pretty chick
Tell the bitch to kiss my dick
Every time i come i keep
It sinister the wicked shit
Smoking hella weed getting hella faded
Staring in the mirror thinking
Mama look what you created
Look what you created look what you created
Fuck it i'm finna get drunk
Fuck it i'm finna go smoke
Take a little bit of physch meds
And then i mix it with a little coke
Every body know i got problems
I don't give a shit about that
Nigga's askin' when my album droppin'
But i don't give a shit about rap
I wonder why a nigga so dark
I wonder my mama even care
A nigga need to ask his pops
But the motherfucker never been there
And i don't wanna talk about religion
Coz usually i don't wanna hear it
But i'm thinkin' to myself what if a demon
Got my mama prayin' like the holy spirit
Never know what's in my head
I'm just living life upon the edge
Coz one day you'll be here
And the next in you'll be dead
We might be all dead
Never mind what i just said
I'ma just drink all this rum
Doesn't it take my ass to bed
You ever try suicide
But it didn't work your alive
But your on the other side
And in reality you died surprise!
Nigga look into my eyes
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide
So i'm smoking hella weed
Getting hella faded
Staring in the mirror thinking
Mama look what you created
Look what you created look what you created