The Devil Called in Sick

I am past the point of return boy I am past annoyance Driving in my car bumping nasty joints Looking for a spot to crash like an asteroid Fill the void with the rage of a monster on steroids Foolish choices will land you at the gates of hell Make you go off the grid like Dave Chappelle Y'all be on your TMZ shit while I be on my DMT bitch You can't get higher than the higher me A different breed that's why they keep eyeing me I'm pushing for the win All these women be waiting to sin Battle scars on my skin All these women are now ready to sin I'm deeply embedded in all the women I bedded if I want it I get it I'll never be owned or indebted only the weak get misled by lust And beheaded we never balling on credit or fucking with love that's synthetic I stay high on my repertoire Got plenty in the tank and the reservoir More drugs in my system than a pharmacy Asking about competition hardly see any So better save your two cents and pennies Advancing on the lands of many with a handful of zennies Young Jon Jones in his twenties Got a couple of friends always masking the envy and I tell them You ain't gotta be disillusioned by all the bullshit you see around you There's plenty to eat for all of us Steady breathing with my eyes on the price Been a while since I last felt alive Watch me turn into a beast when the beats on Got the world on my rocket like I'm Elon bitch