(feat. Slaughterhouse)





[Hook] 

I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night 

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite 

It seems that I can't win this fight 

Hands together if you there tell 'em leave me alone 

Devils got a hold of me 

Devils got a hold of me 

Devils got a hold of me 

(Devils got a hold of me) 



[Joell Ortiz] 

Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat 

He hates when I'm writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up, 

vibrating and all that 

I don't wanna see no wall crack 

I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the

World cause I'm dope like them four packs 

Sitting in, writes on my window sill 

Making sure everything stays on chill 

? wearing all white ? Sayin' pay yo bills 

So that raw metaphor that I thought of before 

I don't remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store 

And I heard ?so you off touring? 

I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score 

Looking at me like I'm something she ain't never ever saw 

So a one hour run somehow turned into 24 

Wifey callin', I hit ignore 

My priorities is poor, listen Lord 



[Hook] 



[Royca Da 5'9'] 

(Nickel) 

My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it 

Plus I am awkward, uh 

I am an addict's son, plus I am an addict son! 

I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums 

I am the lead done factor that's why I got an edge on rappers 

I am red rum backwards 

I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me 

I signed a deal with my maker, Satan's my record company 

I got a k canon, I buy chincillas 

My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon 

Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon 

The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I ain't landing 

I am the bank bandit 

I got a buying problem 

I goes in and walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em 



[Hook] 



[Joe Budden] 

I'm talking, I'm talking, 

He talks, I listen 

GPS on my position 

Just living, just hanging out with the opposition 

Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen 

Stupid, ya'll, think it was just me 

I belong in prison crazy by my own admission 

On a mission to grab a podium 

Let me tell the public that I'm self-destructive 

I ain't looking for no help, fuck it 

Look for a way to get high 

I'm still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try 

? 

We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain 

What are we sayin', friends and family wanted me to change 

But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it 

I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold 

No fame, success, nigga, no hope 

Sleep in the corner in Soho 

My uppers down, its no dough 

Fuck it they ain't put me under yet 

Think what you wish I ain't got one regret 



[Hook] 



[Crooked I] 

My automobile is not a Bentley 

He knows that my pockets empty 

The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me 

Standing on the block, you should not offend me 

I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don't think the spirit of God is in me 

Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating 

I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waiting 

Nobody safe in your crib, when I'm in that staircase I'm bare-faced 

Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raising 

And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic 

Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt 

He did not believe it 

He's losing blood and I'm cold blooded like I'm anemic 

I need a doctor I'm psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret 

Or see a Priest and I might just chill 

Or will I blow 'em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill 

Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will 

I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real