8th At 8

I used to be a sober soul now I wake up smoke a 8th at 8 Running from these demons in my head but they won't go away Running from things from my past haunting me but I do this everyday I just wanna make a couple songs that blow and then I say ha ray Tell my mama she ain't gotta work and she can rest okay Tell my people we ain't gotta go to jail for clout now we got better ways Bow my head and pray I thank the father okay I got a chance at life and I won't stop until I get paid In my life I had to work for everything Wasn't no hand outs I wasn't standout But I'll bring the stands out Never fake it for some clout My soul can't take the dummy route Thru struggle we still moved about In the hanger like this a war But I aint I ain't a gangster but I keep a banger Gotta protect me and mines these niggas snakes and some is dangerous So I keep a wrench in case I gotta put his name on a fucking bench I know I'm good mines wont snitch Yours team rats they gone backdoor you for some clout or the cheese They some rodents Ehat I'm smoking, something potent I ain't joking smoke not chocking Smoke not coughing Clime the ranks like it's a mountain I got drip water fountain She like it black but this not coffee This is me thats my dick she gawking