Yeah-yeah-yeah I think you should really hang it up It don't really matter to me anyway They hell-bent on provin' they don't give a fuck (fuck) I see demons when I hit the blunt Steady doin' what the fuck I want, equilibrium New song, put a bitch in a slump No real shit, I see demons when I hit the blunt I don't really care, I'll smoke another one 'Cause every time I see the devil, yeah I get a head rush Yeah, every time I see the devil get a head rush And when you hear this bitch, throw your guts up You motherfuckers really got it so fucked up Tough luck (yeah-yeah) Everyone I talk to is a deep fake Every car behind me from the deep state I don't got time to spend, I'm a cheap skate All the memories I make are a replay Uh (say) Slangin' that dick Biological mods, black market Puttin' something in your bitch First time on the damn house They efforts are fruitless Think they can see me like optical illusion Rotating elaborate object in my head While you struggling just to live in the shadow of a pimp You gonna have to pay me to keep me out your mind I can hear someone breathing on the other line If I pull up lookin' this good, my bitch be mortified I got plays up on my mind like I'm the headspace guy