Fighting My Demons

Where the fuck my blunt? Where the fuck my cup? Where the fuck my reefer?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm smokin' on Keisha

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm smokin' on Keisha

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

You know I'm a chiefer

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

You know I'm a chiefer

I'm flyin' just like an eagle

Bitch cryin', I don't need her, .45 long heater

Hellcat, bitch, two-seater

This bitch sayin' she was hungry, this dick what I feed her

I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, 3.5s of the reefer

Yeah, yeah, you know I'm a keeper, yeah, yeah, I be chiefin'

All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin'

Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'

We got four sticks, we four deep in the four-door Jeep

My boy trigger finger itchin', leave your brains on the seat

My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D. Wade with the Heat

Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some random shots at his feet

I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked

She pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep

Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bouta pull up to a meeting

Let's play Russian Roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?

You or me?

Let's play Russian Roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?

You or me?

Let's play Russian Roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?

Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, huh

I been fightin' my

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, huh

I been fightin' my

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, huh

I been fightin' my

Huh, I been fightin' my demons, huh

I been fightin' my, huh

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, yeah

I been fightin' my

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, yeah

I been fightin' my

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, yeah

I been fightin' my

Yeah, I been fightin' my demons, yeah, yeah