Deep in My Room

But to contradict that matter again
To the point where nothing matters again
More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved
And more fame just means more paranoia involved
I done made friends, lost friends, same hour
Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power
Uh, same tricks, same cowards
Why I be like fuck any nigga that ain’t ours
Never slipping, never threatened
I think they forgetting for a second non-fiction ain’t a weapon
Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic
Called oft psychotic, flawed by off logic, but I got this
Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room
And we greeted with a smile
Said that he had been there for a while
But to contradict that matter again
To the point where nothing matters again
More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved
And more fame just means more paranoia involved
I done made friends, lost friends, same hour
Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power
Uh, same tricks, same cowards