Lyrics:
Betcha didn't know I could do it like that
Didn't know 'till I was digging your back out
See in your eyes
Caught by surprise
Thought you knew but you
eyes and know I'm goin through it
I just put my head down and grow through it
I grow through it
They say that I light up any room that I step in
How you
is fucked up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my head
Of people want to kill me
But you can't kill me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
today
Now as I look at myself I'm seein' someone familiar
Starin' back at me through every deep crack that's in my mirror
And as I think to myself
I'm
in the back of a paddy wagon
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big Flintstones lump on the side of my head
They took my picture
in the back of a paddy wagon
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big Flintstones lump on the side of my head
They took my picture
tell she only had a drink to suppress all the things in her head
She looked so sad, there were tears in my eyes that I had to hold back
So I went to bed
storms in Arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
diplomas
Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
dope!" So I remember those moments
And I always play them back in my head and I
Wish to think to myself
I wish there was a place we
Could also go to to
Go
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
closed to know that I'm committed
To seeing by the faith of the one God and his wisdom
Cause we're in this together just hold my hand and listen
I don't
bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head on the highway
My way, deep throat on Luke's boat
head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head
Oh, you gotta keep your head
In the coldest time of year
Why
claimed that you like W3S
But when we talked, Won't look in my eyes
I can tell that you fake
You crawl into my life and
You leaving after that
You don't
head
And I don't know what to do next
It's like I'm haunted by this f***king potato
And I don't really want that
Potato sleeps in my, sleeps in my bed
where all the action's at
Nigga that's a fact
Marvelous got my back
I even make them feel it in their fuckin' butt crack
Nigga I'm on this track, 'cause
a cheeseburger!
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for"
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
I don't know who you are anymore!
The voice on the speaker says
Devil on my shoulder cause we nothing alike
Devil on my
As she look down there's a devil in her eye
Remember days we was on the phone at night
When
padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me
a soul I've made my deal, I can't go back
I hate my life, don't wanna go out I sit and I try to figure it all out
Stuck up in my head, damn, feel like
over-sexualization of the kids in the home
Battery in my back, this house of pain won't ever last
CyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest song
Well
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