Mental Scars

[Chorus]
Woah, I've got demons in my head
I'm off klonopin, off valium, I thought that shit would help
All these mental scars, and It's fucking with my mental health
Thanking God that I ain't crashed out yet, I'm glad that I ain't dead
All my knives got rubber grips, I'll run you down my hand won't slip
You see me grass then cut my lips
I won't ever trust a bitch, I'm tryna go and print a switch
I'm tryna put him in a ditch, we'll make him run cause he a bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna grieve, I catch an opp I'll make him bleed
If I see that boy in town, I'll chase his ass across the street
Do it broad day, I don't give a fuck who sees
Better call the ambulance, go ahead and call the police
My Granda gone, I want him back, I'm running through these blister packs
But I know life don't work like that, you hear the pain up in my raps
I heard It's smoke I'm tryna match, I'm tryna run inside his gaff
Call up Sol, like "bring your mask, I've got a cunt I'm tryna catch"
Shout out to Cleaver, trapping out we're taking risks
Every sale I go and make, I got a KD on my hip
Cause people want my life, but they'll never take that shit
I'ma send him straight to hell, before you go best make a wish

[Chorus]
Woah, I've got demons in my head
I'm off klonopin, off valium, I thought that shit would help
All these mental scars, and It's fucking with my mental health
Thanking God that I ain't crashed out yet, I'm glad that I ain't dead
All my knives got rubber grips, I'll run you down my hand won't slip
You see me grass then cut my lips
I won't ever trust a bitch, I'm tryna go and print a switch
I'm tryna put him in a ditch, we'll make him run cause he a bitch

[Verse 2]
I hope that one day all my boys get out the scheme
I see the pain all in their eyes, I'm praying for my boy SB
Pallo yeah I love you, cannie wait untill the day we meet
Sam I promise you that every prayer you make be reaching me
I know a guy who barely gets to see his kids
Everytime he text me I can tell that he's goin through shit
But It's cool we gon be rich, and we ain't gotta wait on shit
Cause It's gonna happen quick, yeah It's gonna happen quick
I went to church and I got blessed, was back on bullshit when I left
Fuck a chain, I've got a cross up on my neck
Yeah I'm sorry for my sins, this the hand that I was dealt
I don't care about the jail, because I know I'm going to hell

[Chorus]
Woah, I've got demons in my head
I'm off klonopin, off valium, I thought that shit would help
All these mental scars, and It's fucking with my mental health
Thanking God that I ain't crashed out yet, I'm glad that I ain't dead
All my knives got rubber grips, I'll run you down my hand won't slip
You see me grass then cut my lips
I won't ever trust a bitch, I'm tryna go and print a switch
I'm tryna put him in a ditch, we'll make him run cause he a bitch