Self-Portrait
Baker Ya Maker
2:55Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask And Glock then start to trip Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Locked out, in the shop you'll never stop this fucking darker shit Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask And Glock then start to trip Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Devil shit Devil shit Devil shit Devil shit Mane, can't get the fuck out my way I hear you talkin' that shit but best know I don't play Doom set all day, devilish is what I say In the motherfuckin' mist, we'll be plottin' on a stang Lil gang, yes I rot and then claim I sit in the shadows, that dark's my domain Conquerin' the living name Save a bitch from out the flame Showin' that I got the prayers I reside deep in ya brain Insane with the death wish Come and meet your maker, call me Baker Yes, I crept bitch, in your fuckin' dreams Like a disease on your mind, I'm so extreme In the mist I never miss, when I'm striking with my name goddamn Take the Lord's name in vain I'm funk as I want 'cause I don't give a fuck All throughout the hard times, so a player acts up I don't care what you pack bitch, I'll double it up Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask And Glock then start to trip Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Locked out, in the shop, you'll never stop this fucking darker shit Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask And Glock then start to trip Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit Devil shit, devil shit