[Charlie Ray:]
Yo twisted I'm sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin
And think I'm sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day
But they're in the coffin when I get to choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins
There's something turning me into a monster I think I need to pray
Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus
Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in
But If I don't drink I think too much the analytic and when I'm AT a nigga
I don't wanna meet you understood Id go on the opportunity to beat you up
Fuck bitches I'm never hit em up to peed you slut
If she wouldn't let me... I wouldn't feed you dust
Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized
Then she let me hit