I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb
I’m having stomach pains, man I’m throwing up
Cause I’m a microphone fiend
Give me the bass, give me the beat, and let me lean
Tap the vein, let it stream, feel the pain
Young Martin Luther King, with a dream
That one day that my team
We can make it with this rapping
Now we swagging, making money in Manhattan
Straight what’s happening
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
rebel until my death, it’s in my flesh, it’s in my vessels [bad word] the clique you with
I’m finna [bad word] the [bad word] you next to [bad word] a metroual, suck a [bad word]  I’m disrespectful
You know the kid get it
Get-get sick spit clip spit quick split [bad word] hit gets women
Oh that’s your girl huh? Well, I just hit it
It’s A$AP [bad word]  live with it

[Hook]
Demons posted all around me, I can’t beat ‘em all alone
These demon thoughts they start to drown me, won’t they leave me all alone
Demons posted all around me, I can’t beat ‘em all alone
These demon thoughts they start to drown me, won’t they leave me all alone

[Bridge x3]
Aw-yeah
Aw-yeah
Let the beat chill

Lift up our heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel