Talking to the devil face to face Ima break All the bones inside his face What a shame he ain't all that I don't talk to bitches still waiting for a callback When a fucking song popped off you finally saw that Now I'm in my zone in my mode wearing all black And I'm in my mind all alone I won't hold back Got the fucking fragrance of cologne and a 30 rack In my fucking nine Ima trust in my damn strap ♪ On my knees, I'm praying begging for some help I got something on my mind to figure out On my knees, I'm praying begging for some help I got something on my mind to figure out I been begging for some help Needa' fucking figure out If it is the damn the amounts of the meds That I put inside my stomach made it dense Now I'm tense and it wasn't my intent At this rate I'll turn up dead yeah