Conclusion

Panic strikes, anxiety kicks in, she's in the bathroom looking for pills, fumbling and mixing,
Takes whatever lands In her hands, Vicodin she's picking,
Gotta calm herself down, ain't no sign, it's sticking
Shit ain't going nowhere, she slumbers and can't talk
Her heart's racing, yeah, the bitch can barely walk
Cold sweats, headache, her sight is like a fog
Trying to make it to the phone and make a call
She can't even dial the numbers, her hands are shaking so much
She can't see shit, the pills she took, yeah, it was a bunch
Moaning and crying, she falls to the ground in a hunch
So much of being a queenpin led to this, fuck
This is not the way she envisioned it at all
Losing her mind this way seems to be her last call
If her crew saw her this way wasn't the way she stood tall
A proud woman alongside a great fall

The memories are flying by, I used to rule the city
My determination to prove myself is a pity
It's a great story of what could have been
It killed me
To not sustain control over my pride, you hear me Now look at the situation, to where it led me Listening to people with bullshit they fed me
A bunch of yes men dancing to my medley
I was always prepared holding my ground on steady
But my competition grew, I undermined their success
Of me having so much came with a lot of stress
I had my men on standby in case of war on request
I would execute you and have you wishing for your last breath
See that? That was me doing devil's work
I can feel him at home or even in church
I really tried finding peace in my inner search
But ended up doing devil's work