Never met a motherfucker fresh like me. All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me.

"I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb. Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb. I’m having stomach pains, man I’m throwing up. Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass. Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream. Feel the pain, Young Martin Luther King, with a dream.. Demons posted all around me, I can’t beat ‘em all alone. These demon thoughts they start to drown me, won’t they leave me all alone" 4/20 tommorow.