Wake up at noon and I link wit my b**h
Sippin on liquid that f** with my head
Still with out sippin I'm f**ed in the head
Don't think I got no control of my head
There was a time when I thought that I would be the one to be smilin and gettin ahead
Now I'm the one with the fishing line wrapped around my neck and sayin hello to my dad
People that hate me wannna see me dead
You talkin but I don't see nothin but texts
I am da chillest you hate where you at
s**in on dick just to get you a check
Might as well sacrifice you to the devil and then you'll be somethin other than a mess
Food fa demons they need it believe it I'm telling ya hoe because I am possessed with no peace in my rest