I met the devil last month
And I can't shake the image from my head
Never this much have I
Felt the way I feel today
Feel my skin peel away
Nothin' feels real to me
Redbull still awake
I just wanna have wings and grab things
Like a bag of weed, cash spree
Million dollar give away
Still a product in the race
k** them all literally
You can't fathom my life until its history
Write a book on Kyle's hooks
Kyle is a beast
Grab a hearse this rapper's verse
Try it get deceased
My moms left when I was 6 months old
Tried to warm back up the flame
But the b**h got cold
So I sniff that snow
Hit that 'dro
Drink until I'm sh**-can blowed
I jus want some X-O's
f** a tic-tac-toe
I'mma spit that flow
Till I'm filthy stinkin' rich
I resent that goal
Damn and I hit that ho
b**h tried to run her mouth and her lip got swole (uh)
Yea that's a chick I know
Fat a**, big tits, and some sick a** dome
Funky little attitude so that sh** must go
But I can make her toes curl, show the clit it's role
I'm the sh** and it shows
Belligerent independent, I'm a prick that flows
(chip on my shoulder)
In some hipster clothes
They use to call me white boy now I fit the mold
That's some bullsh**
n***as do whatever the TV say
Me, I invented the show
Now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself
I met the devil last month and I asked him for help
Now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself
I met the devil last month and I asked him for help