Lyrics Hugh Hefner - Demise

Imma big stepper
Caught inside the rain
Imma Hugh Hefner
Can you feel my pain
Imma go-getter
Doing it insane
Grab a three-letter
And spray it at your face
Niggas always wanna talk about the game and uh
Niggas wanna do whatever for the fame and I'm
Tryna be myself and stay up in my lane
Wondering if I will ever ever be the same

I feel like I can't do it right
Wondering if I made the right choice in life
Gotta stop freestyling time to sit and write
Serious how you gotta take it if you wanna make it your life
Yeah this rap shit no joke
I know niggas on the street with the coke and the smoke
I know niggas in the crib shooting up with the dope
And I know niggas in the grave that tied a noose with the rope, yeah
Real-life It's the life of the trife
Getting high all day but stay awake all night
Getting high in the crib to stay away from the life
That takes niggas up north behind the bars for life
I'm glad
That I got away from all that shit
Word to my momma big D was a wild ass jit
Mr. Sticky fucking fingers tuck yo shiny shit
Cause we gon' take yo fucking chain if it's shining bitch

Imma big stepper
Caught inside the rain
Imma Hugh Hefner
Can you feel my pain
Imma go-getter
Doing it insane
Grab a three-letter
And spray it at your face
Niggas always wanna talk about the game and uh
Niggas wanna do whatever for the fame and I'm
Tryna be myself and stay up in my lane
Wondering if I will ever ever be the same

I'm a loser baby why don't you kill me
Like a soldier in the field baby, why don't you drill me
I can't talk to these niggas why the fuck don't they feel me
Cause my words too real but they don't seem to hear em
I'm stressing pressing buttons cause I can't
Function in this world I need a friend
To save me from myself I see the end
It's getting close I might have to jump right in
I'm tryna be optimistic but my parents and my therapist don't seem to fucking get it
I'm tryna fuck another one cause she might fucking get it
So I'm finna take another one to fill whatever's missing
In my position, I done been through a lot
Looking around at these niggas like who's next for the spot
Bitch I'm next for the top
Like I'm waiting on a blowie
I been casting dice with Satan, you niggas would never roll em
Imma

Big stepper
Caught inside the rain
Imma Hugh Hefner
Can you feel my pain
Imma go-getter
Doing it insane
Grab a three-letter
And spray it at your face
Niggas always wanna talk about the game and uh
Niggas wanna do whatever for the fame and I'm
Tryna be myself and stay up in my lane
Wondering if I will ever ever be the same