So many people sold out for the dark side
There used to be a time when I was about to [bad word] one of 'em

I'ma be on my way to devil once I'm outta the cradle
And I'll be pushin' the pedal, no way to stop me
The medals be shinin' brightly like necklace when I don't leave 'em a chance
And y'all be checkin' my swagger never gettin' enough
How much of that I been drinkin', how much of that I been smokin'
I can barely remember so fella do me a favor
Don't call nobody but Satan, tell him it's all good I made it
And let him go back to [bad word] now that in here it's so [bad word]  hot
I raise my own level, I'm now as mortal as venom
And flowin' [bad word] it like 50 on flight 187, 
I don't need any homies to be involved in this battle
It's just between my soul, my mental states and the devil
Go [bad word] urself if u thinkin' I'ma be on it for longer,
You gave me strenth and the spirit but God gave me this earlier
I'll be spittin' my swagger, I'ma be a rocker-a-rapper
I'll be shootin' rhymes all over like brains on the table, maaaaaaan