Fighting My Demons

Where the fuck's my blunt? Where the fuck's my cup? Where the fuck's my reefer? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'm smokin' on kush Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'm smokin' on kush Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh You know I'm a chief? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh You know I'm a chief? I'm flyin' just like an eagle Bitch cryin', I don't need her Four-five, long heater Hellcat big two-seater This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her I'm on the block servin' entrées, yeah, three-fives a reefer Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em Huh, huh, and I be chiefin' All these hoes are some eaters, huh, huh, they'll be eatin' Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin' We got four sticks, we're four deep, in the four-door Jeep My boy trigger finger itchin', leave his 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 runnin' shots at his feet I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked She pops X, she pops X, yeah, yeah, she sleeps Cullinan Rolls-Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet 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? You or me? (Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?) Yeah (Star made the beat, I just took it out of the oven) Yeah I've been fighting my demons, huh I've been fighting my–, yeah I've been fighting my demons, huh I've been fighting my–, yeah I've been fighting my demons, huh I've been fighting my–, huh I've been fighting my demons, huh I've been fighting my–, huh, huh I've been fighting my demons, yeah I've been fighting my–, huh, huh I've been fighting my demons, yeah I've been fighting my–, yeah I've been fighting my demons, yeah I've been fighting my–, huh I've been fighting my demons, huh-yeah