Sometimes I feel dead inside
Feels like my souls declined
Feels like I've lost my mind
Feels like I'm out of time
I can't even lie menh I'm zoning
Steady grinding hard till the morning
But imma still get me that cheque
Put that ice up on my neck
Before the Lord call up my set
Put my mamma on a jet before they lay her son to rest
Up In the studio riding the beat like a rodeo yh
Whipping the Honda I ain't even got a license.
N**** wanna live like this cause the team bombing like Isis
Say no to the devil's vices wish a n**** took his own advices
Bury me bury me with the hennesy
Look In the mirror it's the enemy that's all I see
Play this song at my funeral
Make sure the casket gold
St. Shima written in bold