Break me from heaven and take me to hell

Pour up a seven and break out my shell

2011 nobody could tell

That up in the present they'd stick me in cells

No one could tell I was born to be dead

Only relate wit the voice in my head

Nothing but junkies the hoes in my bed

A yung fuckin drug fiend wit bitches instead

But i don't wan bitches i want all the guap

I want all the riches the pills and the rocks

We ain't talking fitness but powder in stock

And i feel like thugga we got power on lock

Break me from heaven and take me to hell

Pour up a seven and break out my shell

2011 nobody could tell

That up in the present they'd stick me in cells

No one could tell I was born to be dead

Only relate wit the voice in my head

Nothing but junkies the hoes in my bed

A yung fuckin drug fiend wit bitches instead

But i don't wan bitches i want all the guap

I want all the riches the pills and the rocks

We ain't talking fitness but powder in stock

And i feel like thugga we got power on lock