Comin up outta the crypt wit it, my pants saggin my wrist glisten

Im on the hunt gotta get get it, got this hunger I’m sick wit it

All of this Anna got me clickin triple sixes

Devil up on my shoulder, visions visions

Crucifixes

Life or death what’s the difference?

When I die ima fly like a pigeon

Catch me posted out here chillin

Smokin on this shit n I’m fried just like some...

I don’t got no problems yeah I’m fine

I don’t talk to no one cuz I’m so high

After midnights the only time I go outside

Feel like Wayne in 2007, how the fuck I’m still alive?