Fighting My Demons Ken Carson

[Part I]

[Intro]
Where the fuck my blunt?
Where the fuck my cup?
Where the fuck my reef?

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on Kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on Kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'm a chiefer
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'm a chiefer
I'm flyin' just like a eagle
Bitch cryin', I don't need her
.45, long heater
Hellcat big, two-seater
This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her
I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer
Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em
Huh, huh, and I be chiefin'
All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin'
Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'
We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four-door Jeep
My boy trigger finger itchin', leave your brains on the seat
My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the Heat
Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet
I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked
She pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep
Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet
Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first? You or me?