Fighting My Demons
Ken Carson Lyrics

Where the fuck my blunt? Where the fuck my cup? Where the fuck my reefer?
I can't find my marijuana joint, where did I put my cup, and where is my marijuana?

I'm smokin' on kush
I am currently smoking high-quality marijuana

You know I'ma chief 'em
I am known for smoking marijuana excessively

I'm flyin' just like a eagle
I feel like I am soaring high, just like an eagle

Big gun, don't need it
I possess a large weapon, but don't require its use

.45, long heater
I have a .45 caliber handgun, which is a powerful firearm

Hellcat big, two-seater
I have a spacious Hellcat sports car that can accommodate two people

This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her
A woman claimed she was hungry, so I satisfied her hunger with sexual activity

I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer
I am selling drugs on the street, specifically selling small amounts of marijuana for $35 each

All these hoes some eaters, they be eatin'
These women are only interested in satisfying their own desires and needs

Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'
We will turn off the lights and approach discreetly

We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four door Jeep
There are four of us armed with guns, and we are riding in a four-door Jeep

My boy' trigger finger itchin', leave yo' brains on the seat
My friend's trigger finger is itching to shoot, and he might end up killing you

My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the Heat
I have an urge to shoot, similar to Dwyane Wade when he played for the Miami Heat basketball team

Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet
We made him panic and run by firing shots at his feet

I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked
I take the drug ecstasy, and I am currently under its influence

She pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep
She takes the drug ecstasy, and she is currently in a state of sleepiness

Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet
I am driving a luxurious Cullinan Rolls Royce and will soon arrive at a gathering or rendezvous

Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?
I suggest we play a dangerous game of chance where one of us will die, and I am taunting the other person

I been fighting my demons
I have been battling with my inner personal struggles