Heroin Rap

I feel like Darcy Duggan in the old days I spin a block in the bucket, don't need a roll cage I got no time or respect for any of them old mates Most 'em told jerks when I see 'em back to my old ways I ain't tryna rap on drill if that's a cold case They talk packs every single thing that I roll laced We used to get a occa now it's old plates Give a bitch a habit say I love her now we soulmates (I do, I do...) Fat rappers on steroids they got the swole face I keep the muscle in the muzzle for them cold days Still struggle in hustle town for them dole-days My family name in your area and it holds weight I'm the antihero this is heroin rap Every day I try and send myself to heaven and back Guilty conscience, I don't ever relax I got Lucifer to thank for writing every track Done shit I wish I didn't have to, but I'll never take back That's too deep for them ever to catch They'll understand though I pay your bM in bud just to drive a van load Custy's all junkies I got bourgeois in a bando Remember when pushin' music the plan though How we go from doing hand to hands to flippin' Nandos Money ain't as fun if all ya mans broke Fighting all these demons ain't as easy when your fans know truth His mother says he was a normal, happy boy Until he became obsessed with black metal music "I am talking about pervasive messages That are available to kids of any age that are explicit and violent" I am a Christian and I do not like to voice about hell, about the devil There is power in Satan Yes, I don't want anything to do with it The devil will make you kill your mum