Well, mama, you raised a beast, and everything I didn't wanna be
All these drugs are in my heart
I talk to God and there's no saving me
I talk to God and there's no saving me
I talk to God and there's no saving me
Yeah
Yeah
25-piece caliber
Tucked away until I'm using her
Bitches hate me like abusing her
She just mad, got no use for her
I hear the hate and it's evident
Y'all just trying to stay relevant
Please go back to just selling shit
Now I'm too busy, love snorting it
See me changing clothes like I'm changing hoes
I say I'm sicker than the common cold
I'll take your bitch, buy her sushi rolls, and take her out, petty up her toes
I promise you, you can't f*ck with me
Can't keep a bitch, but I bag plenty
Now I'm f*cked up with these dark thoughts
Downing all these pills with some pink whitney
Well, mama, you raised a beast
And everything I didn't wanna be
All these drugs are in my heart
I talk to God and there's no saving me
I talk to God and there's no saving me
I talk to God and there's no saving me
I talk to God and there's no saving me