| It goes down, down, down when the plug is in town |
| My prescriptions, fill 'em out, pills get passed around |
| Run, run, run, run away from my pain now |
| I feel like passin' out, why do I feel irrational? |
| Runnin' out of pills, now it’s time to ration out |
| Until the plug come back around |
| Until the plug come back around |
| Sometimes it just be hard, man |
| Everybody got they demons, everybody got they vices |
| Everybody got they own opinion on what life is |
| When’s that beef shit lifeless? |
| One, two, three, four, five, six hundred |
| I was just counting my sins |
| Everywhere I go, I see dark, don’t know where to begin |
| Every morning on my knees, praying to God that we win |
| Fuck it, let’s win it then |
| I got rich, bought my momma a crib |
| How much are you willing to spend? |
| This money don’t mean shit |
| But I still put them diamonds on my wrist to make niggas sea sick |
| But lately I been on my deep shit |
| On that life is a mountain and niggas don’t know how steep it is |
| We’ll give it all away, just to stay sane |
| They be playin' the same games |
| Duckin' and dodgin' all my pain |
| Still a gun on my waist (Hey) |
| Shoot a fuck nigga in the face (Okay) |
| But it’s back inside my brain |
| Nowadays shit isn’t really the same |
| Super serious, this shit ain’t a game |
| I feel delirious, beast in the cage |
| Gettin' furious, but I ain’t fearin' it |
| All my demons standin' up in my face |
| Just poured lean in the Minute Maid |
| Drank so dirty it need a maid |
| (Damn, that’s some dirty ass drank, ayy) |
| It goes down, down, down when the plug is in town |
| My prescriptions, fill 'em out, pills get passed around |
| Run, run, run, run away from my pain now |
| I feel like passin' out, why do I feel irrational? |
| Runnin' out of pills, now it’s time to ration out |
| Until the plug come back around |
| Until the plug come back around |