Bitch, my brain working against me Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed (What?) Flashbacks of how you- Flashbacks of how you left me Bitch, my brain working against me Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed (What?) Flashbacks of how you- Flashbacks of how you left me 25/8, two, four, six blunts to the face Anyone saying I changed would still not know me anyways Scumbag to the grave, blunt ash in my veins Bad days upon bad days, that's just how I hang (Woah, woah) Mouth full of crooked teeth, I be spittin' for infamy Enter death and it's into me, skeleton the whole infantry (Boy) Dark weave rows when I walk (When I walk) Thunder and moss in the air when I toss (SESH) ♪ Bitch, my brain working against me Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed (What?) Flashbacks of how you- Flashbacks of how you left me