Smoked out loc'd out

Smoked out, loc'd out, mind don't kill mode, eight-a-way

Smoked out, loc'd out, mind don't kill mode, eight-a-way

Smoked out, loc'd out, mind don't kill mode, eight-a-way

Bangin' like a trunk full of sin

Devil on my shoulder, whisperin' do it

I told that motherfucker say it again

Creepin' through the night with my mind full of hate

Triple six thoughts, got a feelin' irate

Smokin' on the blunt, see the devil in my face

If you cross that line, bet you dyin' in my space

Creepin, creepin, shadows on the wall

Hit the reaper, breathin' every time my body fall

Keep on creepin, creepin, still never safe

Underground king with a fucked up face

Livin' in smoke, killin' the dark

My bitch cry tears when the streets got hard

I ain't movin' on shit, this the shit I did when never scared

Every fuckin' day I wake up, I'm feared

And you barely heard nightmares

Vivid, see the blood in the dreams

Hear the screams and the echo of this fuckin' murder ass beat

Mind so twisted, hard, life's fuckin' cold

Got demons on payroll doin' dirt for my soul

Fuck lettin' go, I'ma take you to hell with me

Sell your body for a buck fifty

Always paranoid, always shifty

Tryna hype you up to come get me

So I can kill a fake ass G

Evil in my fuckin' brain, mad killin' everything

Candle wax fuckin' drippin, pentagram thoughts

Not religious, just fuckin' stress and some bitter ass plots

I don't trust nobody, fuck lovin, fuck faith

Faith hit your mouth, not the fuckin' taste

Out your broken mouth, every smile feel fake

Every bone in your body breaks, talk slick

Get your name, put it muddy, girl, quick

I don't argue, bitch, I'd rather watch your body shake

Knuckles stay cracked, pistols stay fed

One foot in the grave, other step with the fuckin' dead

I can do the night with my mind full of hate

Triple six thots, got me feelin' irate

Smokin' cigars, see the devil in my face

If you cross that line, bitch, you're dyin' in my space

Creepin, creepin, shadows on the wall

Hear the reaper breathin' every time my body fuckin' fall

Creepin, creepin, pistol never safe

Underground king, where the fuck is my place

Face so low, make the ground start shakin

Heart so numb, I forgot how fuckin' guts taste

I been sinnin' since a fuckin' kid with a bad intention

Now my conscience mute, I don't hear no fuckin' redemption

Paranoid visions, see eyes in the fuckin' dark

Every knock at the door, got my pulse goin' fuckin' hard

I ain't scared of death, I done flirted with it

Shared shots, shared pain, shared dirt with it

Now it's time to fuckin' fix it, leave your fuckin' body lifted

They say death is real, well, I been on mine

Every murder I did caught the crack in my spine

Your dicks in the grass, had to mow them all down

Now I walk solo through a fuckin' ghost-ass town

Blood on my knuckles, smoke in my lungs

Only thing loyal is the beat and the fuckin' drum

I don't pray for forgiveness, I pray for my control

Tryin' to keep a little left, take your soul and neck

Creepin' through the night with my mind full of hate

Triple six thoughts got me feelin' irate

Smokin' on the dust, see the devil in my face

If you cross that line, bitch, you're dyin' in my space

Creepin, creepin, shadows on the wall

Hear the reaper breathin' every time my body fuckin' fall

Creepin, creepin, pistol never safe

Underground gang with a fucked-up fate, so I fuck up your reaping

Murder style menace in my bloodstream, laugh as you say, yo, no

Dark glow, nightmare on your street, lil' ho

Every bar sound cursed, every hook fuckin' sound evil

I don't chase no question, I coexist with my demons

Ain't no heroes here, just scars and a bitch screamin

Every move I made left a permanent in your head

From the alley to the booth, still the same fuckin' race

Just learned how to spell it out on a fuckin' page

I seen too much shit to believe in love

Seen real love die, seen fake ones fuckin' stuck

If I die tonight, know I lived how I live

Never bowed to a bitch, never begged for shit

Ashes in the ashtray, sins in my chest

Hear the murder rhythm, got my heart beatin' stressed

This dead underground shit make your spine feel cold, not blessed

Creepin' through the night with my mind full of hate

Triple six thoughts got me feelin' irate

Smokin' on the dust, see the devil in my face

If you cross that line, bitch, you're dyin' in my space

Creepin, creepin, shadows on the wall

Hear the ripper breathin' every time a party fuckin' fall

Creepin, creepin, peace will never save

Underground, can't hold up the pace

So I fuck up your face

Smoked out low