Ken Carson - Fighting My Demons

i'm flyin' just like a eagle
big gun, don't need it
.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?