Introversion 2.0

Whoa

Ooh

Barrel full of gasoline and still they try matchin' me

Plagued with the wicked ways, it's back to the rapturing

Actually capturing souls in a black canteen

Open the cab and become blackened

Back to the back of the 'llac, flickin' cigarette ash

Got a chain made of crack, I smoke diamonds and laugh

At y'all strapped with the gat

Like I'm actually scared to die

Pull the fuckin' trigger

Blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah

Back to the back, eyes rollin' back

Spent all my racks, spent it on crack

Spent it on smack, look where I'm at

Ain't goin' back, ain't goin' back

Got a heart so cold, remember sellin' dope?

Remember sellin' coke?

DEA pulled me over

Plain cars, plain clothes

I didn't bend an inch, I'm strictly stickin' to the code

Few years ago was masked up, robbin' stores

Set 'em up on Craigslist then robbed 'em at the door

I'm at the bottom tryna eat, I got no hope, fuck

Big Ben's death had my head fucked up

I'm poppin' Roxys with the Benzos

Chest fucked up

I guess my luck's up