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I’m doing battle with imaginary demons

You can hear 'em, inner savages are screaming

My life’s a fucking nightmare so I keep dreaming

Feel like I’m trapped in a prison, not a free man

But I am just trying to stick to my agreement

My loyalty to those who helped with my achievements

Yeah

All the others they can kick rocks

I’m trying to open up my heart but the shit’s locked

So many people in my life fucking did squat

They think I owe 'em, they can eat a bowl of pig slop

Bloodhound bound for glory, astounding story

I can tell that everyone around me’s worried

Yeah

I can tell what everyone around me’s thinking

Will he ever go back to the drugs and drinking?

And will he ever go back to the hoes and sluts?

Will he start walking 'round again like he knows too much?

Will he ever go back to the games and start making videos with strippers while

he’s singing Bang, Bang?

Ha! Not in this lifetime. I guarantee that

I was being stupid as fuck and now I see that

And I don’t need to wait and see the people’s feedback

I put that shit on everything! I’ll never have a relapse

And I can tell the ones I love, they finally see that

I’m staying in my lane, fuck a speed trap

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

The way I rap, you would think I got a power pack

Everything I spit is wet, get a shower cap

I’m getting old, midday take a power nap

Give me any motherfucking beat, I’ll devour that

I’m so alive that when I spit, these rappers seems dead

Make you bleed Supreme red, rapping with a clean head

I’m like a bat out of hell ready for liftoff

And I still rock a mic and rap like I am pissed off

Classy like the Walldorf, game like a ball court

Style, I got all sorts. Child, in a small fort

Compatible with radical rap-stars to rap hard

Bad scars, fucking glass shard, I smash bars

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

Ok

Still a hypochondriac

Cleaner than a Laundry Mat

I am still a psycho and at night I’m an insomniac

Thoughts still dark without a forgiving head

At night, in my apartment, it’s Night of the Living Dead

Yeah

Used to be a zombie, now I’m just a vampire

Hotter than a campfire, flowing like a hand dryer

OCD? I got OCD

But my rhymes are fucking dirty like the ODB

How many people down with OPP

Get yourself stuck for pussy, oh that won’t be me

Still, they love the kid, 'cause I’m very strategic

Make these other fuckboys look paraplegic

Fuck with Madchild? I will bury your legion

Make your whole damn region compare you to rejects

Trippin' if you’re thinking that I’ll swear to allegiance

I’ll just have my little young homies tear you to pieces

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

What up tho!

I’m just staying my lane

Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game

I could tell you things will never be the same

And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed

Yeah

I’m a motherfucking super beast

The little monster’s back

The little monster’s back

With the six kin

Rob The Viking in the house

We in the studio killing shit

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