Killin' Me

Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god And lately I've been chasin lighting And I've been tryin to make it with this hate inside me And I've been to the end of times the way I'm ridin And I've been callin shots so you can say I'm psychic My latest says I need to smile, she says I'm always down Meanwhile I'm tryin to drown Inside this bottle of crown I ain't fuckin around, I've been up and then down I was better when down Everyone that's around, was my homies for real They love me for real, Now I'm fuckin wit Jews arguing over publishing deals. I'm fuckin for real, how the fuck does it feel To go from nothing to something an you fucking for real Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god And I just keep on smokin weed And I just keep on poppin beans And I just keep on sippin lean And I know that it's killin me And things are looking up but I still miss my brother And I still think about the nights that we use to hustle Tears in my eyes, I can feel then coming People talking to me, I ain't hearing nothing I'm riding all alone man, I'm in the zone In airplane mode, I'm turning on my phone And I fucking with no one I need some time And I just need to roll one up and now get high Think about the time we use to ride and talk about it all Now I'm thinking bout you dog everytime I hit the mall On my six, standing tall I'm still mackin in these broads Can't belive this fat boy got that game man I pull them all Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god Mama said, I got a problem Mama said, I need god And I just keep on smokin weed And I just keep on poppin beans And I just keep on sippin lean And I know that it's killin me Oh, let me sing a song about my life, about my life