I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I part, I kick, I claw, I fight It seems that I can win this fight Hands together if you dare tell them leave me alone Devil's got a hold, devil's got a hold Devil's got a hold, devil's got a hold Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I'm right hand So the thing on my nightstand start ringing and lighting up Vibrating and all that, I don't wanna sell no more crack I just wanna go perform at the biggest place in the world Cause I'm dope like them four packs, sitting in rights on my windowsill Making sure everything stays on chill, right shoulder waving all white, saying Joe Chill Left shoulder waving bad, saying pay your 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 hurt So you off door and I turn and see this *** 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 calling, I hit ignore My priorities is poor, listen I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I part, I kick, I claw, I fight It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell them leave me alone Devil's got a hold Devil's got a hold Devil's got a hold Devil's got a hold Nickel Come on My life is like a box of chocolates I work hard for it, plus I am awkward I am an addict son, plus I'm an addict son I am an 8K addict, Travis Drum I am the lead dump factor That's why I got an edge on rappers I am Red Rum Battle I see a crew and get deep so you can respect to jump me I signed a deal with my maker, Satan's my record company I got a cake cannon, I buy chinchillas My bitches rocking Lucifer, that's where they say tannin How can you say tannin when better yet say Dannon The coupe look just like yogurt, 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 robbing I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I part, I kick, I claw, I fight It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell them leave me alone Devil's got a hold, devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold, devil's got a hold on me I'm talking, I'm talking, he talks, I listen GPS on my position, just living, just hanging out with the opposition Can't see the heat from the kitchen, stupid jaw Think I'm just sleeping, I belong in prison Crazy by my own admission, on a mission So *** a pole to your audience Let me tell the public that I'm self-destructive I ain't looking for no, no *** lucifer Way to get hot, I'm still alive Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try Till I'm finished, ready for, pills is in, it's still a splite Man, we just going back and forth, feeling like tennis Standing underneath rain, wanna be sane Friends and family wanting me to change, but it's too late Cause my feet is getting cokey on the flame, check it I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold No fake success nigga, no ho Sleep on the corner in Soho Like up or down, there's no doubt *** it, they ain't put me under yet Think what you wish, I ain't got one regret I toss, I turn, can't 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 them leave me alone Devil's gotta hold, devil's gotta hold me Devil's gotta hold, devil's gotta hold me 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 whispers of scripture, Satan is narrating I heard you got a safe in your crib, so I'm there waiting Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on 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 him 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 well, I'll blow him out of the confession booth Like I'm righteous, kill, kill, kill, kill God, when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness, cause my life is real The devil's gonna roll The devil's gonna roll The devil's gonna roll The devil's gonna roll The devil's gonna roll The devil's gonna roll