(Jeer! Why the fuck you so hard?)

(Told me go to hell, is you gon' give me that ride?)

(In hell, I hang wit' demons, that's no)

(K8)

(My life in hell?, alright)

(My life in hell?, alright)

(My life in hell)

(Alright)

(My life in hell)

You told me to go to hell, is you gon' give me that ride? (give me that ride)

Already in hell I hang wit' demons that's no lie (yea' that's no lie)

Spent hundred's on my jean's, for them day I couldn't get fly (couldn't get fly)

Won't judge nun' of my trap's, we all alike, I be too fried (I be too fried)

Off a addy and im focus, I been up for like 3 nights (for like 3 nights)

Im outside lookin' for a problem, bending block's, and them red light's (them red light's)

My boy's think they directors they get da' shootin' like they Spike (just like they Spike)

Thought that score was impossible, must've forgot my **** like Mike (my ****'s they like Mike)

Told her I ain't nun' special, baby girl, im just like Gee

'Bouta pop out wit vv's ,41's no 30's (no 30's)

Used to never fuck wit' me, now they watch me on they screen

This shit was all a dream, but I ain't grow up wit' Biggie

XXL magazine's just for the pic's, no, I ain't read (I ain't read)

Ain't dream 'bout limousine's only urus's and srt's

I fell soo many time's, got scrape's, on my leg's and knee's (my knee's)

Hood ****, never changin', gone wear dickie's to the B E T's

Oh, you asked me bout my life in hell?

It's treating me good, trap boomin', ****'s dropping like flies', as they should

Up, where i'ma take my boys, but they boxing me in like Floyd (like im Floyd)

With the reaper and my demons, telling me Heaven ain't no good

You told me to go to hell, is you gon' give me that ride? (give me that ride)

Already in hell I hang wit' demons that's no lie (yea' that's no lie)

Spent hundred's on my jean's, for them day I couldn't get fly (couldn't get fly)

Won't judge nun' of my trap's, we all alike, I be too fried (I be too fried)

Off a addy and im focus, I been up for like 3 nights

Im outside lookin' for a problem, bending block's, and them red light's (yea', yea')

My boy's think they directors they get da' shootin' like they Spike (just like they Spike)

Thought that score was impossible, must've forgot my **** like Mike (my ****'s they like Mike, yea')

(Oh, you asked me how my life in hell?)

(Let's talk about my life in hell)

(fuck it, you know?, we stuck in hell)

(Had asked me about my life in hell?)

(Uh)

(K8)