Wiser

Demons why can't i get them out of my head

All these bad thoughts i just want it to go away, hold me close

I can admit sometimes I really am the bad guy

But who else is gon break bricks with me and sell em for the mad high

We catch em like straight fish

We serve it like main dish

We swervin like catch this still cold with a plain wrist

Outside by my apartments where i stayed at

I ain't got no fear in my heart lil bitch i say that

Any nigga that got problems or smoke well then just say that