Puppa fumo

My whole life has been a race against time
Since I was a kid particularly keen on money, drugs, HP
But at the age of twenty (Twenty)
I had to front the devil face to face
My state, y'all, from which you can't escape
A palace made of smoke, just smoke (Smoke, smoke)
And everything you touch inside of it turns into smoke (Smoke)
Damn, it ain't a joke (Joke)
A show from hell, I could tell about the smell, y'all
There's no return when you ring the devil's bell (Uh)
It seems to me this battle won't be over till I die
I get the same fucking smell, same smoke up in the sky
I wonder if there'll ever be a place up there for me
Where I can rest in peace, a nominee for eternity
But what the fuck!? (But what the fuck!?)
My buddy's taught me the old [?] [pay?]
Tomorrow, another day?
Nah, nigga, nah, it's too late (Nah)
You see the devil's got me hanging to a rope
And everything I touch in rhyme it turns in a motherfucking smoke