Mad

Feel like I'm talking to the devil when I'm spittin' to this mic

Ain't gotta ask me when we slidin', bitch, you know I got my pipe

And if I ain't got it up on me, nigga, then we gotta fight

And it don't matter if I'm skinny, nigga, still knock out your lights

And why these niggas playin' gangsta in the streets

That shit ain't right and you can't see me in the day

I'm a demon, pop out at night

I call my demon twin and ghetto, we TSB shit for life

And if you playin' with the name, we pop up while you shootin' dice

It's the summertime, really out here tryna take a life