For the love of money, fuck the fame, I'm doin' my thang 
 Switchin' in and out of lanes, ain't nothin' changed 
 I'm still the same, you talkin' shit, soundin' lame 
 Boy you better maintain, thinkin' that it ain't no thang 
 Gimme your rings, gimme your chain, if you think I'm playin' bitch 
 You'll get your fuckin' head refrained, or detained, it's all the same 
 It's all the same, how many times must I sing,  
 About blowin' out your muthafuckin' brains 
 I'm on some evil, murderous shit, about to kill shit 
 This is real shit, how you gonna feel bitch 
 After I let this fuckin' steel spit 
 You better fear this, I'm bout to peel licks, my trigga finga itch 
 Gonna leave you in a ditch, for the cops to come and get 
 They won't find no fingerprint, Lil Trip don't leave a muthafuckin' hint 
 Dogs can't even track my scent, movin' thru the wind 
 Like them psychopathic men, givin' me intent to do it again 
  
 [Chorus-2x] 
 Can somebody help me? (I feel like I'm losin' my mind) 
 Can somebody help me? (My souls is so hard to find) 
 Can somebody help me? (I'm reachin' the end of the line) 
 Can somebody help me? (Before I run outta time