Bitch I'm still rollin' in that fuckin' Honda Civic like it's stolen And I don't fuck with no fuck boys in my circle Bitch you are dead to me Bitch you a memory You can't feel my misery If I'm the goat, you are the sheep Enter my circle when you are the hopeless I know this that I am the prophecy floating my way up the creek Where were you at when I wasn't nothin' Actin' like you the topic of discussion now I know you ain't shit, got me fucked up It ain't enough whether I'm steadily smokin' or mentally coping