Met The Devil Last Month

I met the devil last month And I can't shake the image from my head Never this much have I Felt the way I feel today Feel my skin peel away Nothin' feels real to me Redbull still awake I just wanna have wings and grab things Like a bag of weed, cash spree Million dollar give away Still a product in the race Kill them all literally You can't fathom my life until its history Write a book on Kyle's hooks Kyle is a beast Grab a hearse this rapper's verse Try it get deceased My moms left when I was 6 months old Tried to warm back up the flame But the bitch got cold So I sniff that snow Hit that 'dro Drink until I'm shit-can blowed I jus want some X-O's Fuck a tic-tac-toe I'mma spit that flow Till I'm filthy stinkin' rich I resent that goal Damn and I hit that ho Bitch tried to run her mouth and her lip got swole (uh) Yea that's a chick I know Fat ass, big tits, and some sick ass dome Funky little attitude so that shit must go But I can make her toes curl, show the clit it's role I'm the shit and it shows Belligerent independent, I'm a prick that flows (chip on my shoulder) In some hipster clothes They use to call me white boy now I fit the mold That's some bullshit Niggas do whatever the TV say Me, I invented the show Now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself I met the devil last month and I asked him for help Now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself I met the devil last month and I asked him for help