text: Ugh
  I swear that I can feel em fuckin with me 
  Oh, I swear that I can feel em fuckin with me 
  Every night I feel em fuckin with me 
  Hear me wit a feel of ugh
  I wake up screaming in my sleep every fuckin night
  Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose
  Erhk - Nothing nice
  Father, Ive killed a man, but I had to do it
  Only thing is he is me – how the fuck you couldnt get me through this?
  My skin is blue-ish, voices in my head saying
  Dont be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it 
  Cut it , snuff it , puff it , shoot it 
  Only one I trust now is myself, these motherfuckers Judas
  Gun in my pillow cause all I feel is this paranoia
  Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him 
  The devils here 
  But Im still awake 
  Then I broke the mirror 
  Cause I seen his face
  Even my bitch corrupted
  I fucked her pussy till its bloody took it out and then she sucked it, told me that she loved it 
  Everything is black, I think I am deceased
  I am a ghost without the bed sheets 
  X speak
  If a beasts what I got to be, then so be it 
  Fuck it, if I got to live it , then yall gon see it 
  Eat it, shit it, live it - its in my blood
  That’s why I get down like bud, from the dirt to the mud
  You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the street 
  Make you split the heat, to the back of his head, make you spit teeth 
  Leave his loved ones in grief
  And I dont wanna have to be the one to tell you shit deep
  But man, shits deep
  I swear that I can feel em fuckin with me 
  Every night I feel em fuckin with me 
  Please God tell these demons stop fuckin with me 
  Every God damn night I feel em fuckin with me 
  Please God
  The streets still the same
  Aint right, if a nigga cant still feel the pain 
  But still kill the game , still keep real and aim
  I get down one way, we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play 
  Let a nigga know, if we going to walk this dog 
  If we aint gon talk at all 
  Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 , that’s the only language you know
  There you go, pop pop pop, now, there you go 
  And I hate that I can see snakes clearly 
  They dont even try to hide, its like they be trying to get near me 
  Most of yall dont hear me, its like Im talking to myself 
  These niggas so dumb, got me feeling like Im talking for my health
  Aint like Im talking for the wealth, cause there aint no money in the truth 
  Shit, Ill live this shit for real, yall make it up in the booth 
  Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didnt plan on
  Wasnt prepare for, really couldnt stand on
  Fuck it, turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him
  Ill be back up with that heat to get his tan on
  Now thats for fucking with me 
  And thats for my dog
  This because where you going you not gonna need that arm
  The streets is talking, Uh oh, there they come
  Thirsty for that blood 
  Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?
  Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills?
  And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies
  And all the highs, crimes, and lies come alive, muthafucka
  I swear that I can feel em fucking with me 
  Every night I feel em fucking with me 
  Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me 
  Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me 
  Please God
  Hear me wit a feel of ugh