Demons
Why do you seem so scared
All I wanted to do was play with you
Please come and play with me
I'm so lonely
Your not afraid of the dark
My aura bright like a light tower
Smoke signal or a bond fire
Pay attention to my highnsight
My third eye like a watch tower
Signal fire when the beef on
Warning fire if its not clear
Imma soldier with my boots on
Bet i'm still here when the smoke clear
Signal danger if you feel it near
Precision with shooting my vision clear
I hang me a lame like i do a deer
I stay in my lane i don't want you near
I'm risking alot just to get in there
My beacon is beaming i'm through the air
This bean got me rollin its hot in here
All that hating and trolling get out of here
Catch you slippin catch a body here
Can't trick me i am not a square
I'm very aware of these niggas
Run up on me and get shot
I think it's apparent to niggas
I been through alot so i don't be sparing these niggas
Yo people gone barry a nigga
Them demons be painting a picture
I pray but don't read the scriptures
Counting up a bag got to thank God for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Counting up a bag got to thank God for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Surrounded by angels and demons
Ion know who to be believe in
Street shit i try to leave it
But to far in the deep end
Codeine in my kidneys
Lungs filled with the pressure
Percs help the depression
Xans help with the lectures
Thank god for the blessings
Sorry grandma for the stressin
It's hard to listen to the lectures
When you tote the smiths and wessins
Shoot out like a western
Lifes a movie even extras
Might not make it to the next cut
Percocets my strap up
Granny told me put my faith in the word
But i can't give my cake to the church
Can't believe i put my faith in a girl
New bitch, yeah bitch i'm in love
Can't eat when i'm on the drugs
Pour the lean in a styrofoam cup
Pop a xan for my memories
Big hand for my enemies
I know why the envy me
Yeah they hate on my energy
Bad bitch she a centerpiece
Smash once then give her peace
Ooh ooh sign
Yeah bitch im a gold mine
Yeah bitch i blow minds
I'm on the tree like pine
Counting up a bag got to thank god for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Counting up a bag got to thank god for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
All I wanted to do was play with you
Please come and play with me
I'm so lonely
Your not afraid of the dark
My aura bright like a light tower
Smoke signal or a bond fire
Pay attention to my highnsight
My third eye like a watch tower
Signal fire when the beef on
Warning fire if its not clear
Imma soldier with my boots on
Bet i'm still here when the smoke clear
Signal danger if you feel it near
Precision with shooting my vision clear
I hang me a lame like i do a deer
I stay in my lane i don't want you near
I'm risking alot just to get in there
My beacon is beaming i'm through the air
This bean got me rollin its hot in here
All that hating and trolling get out of here
Catch you slippin catch a body here
Can't trick me i am not a square
I'm very aware of these niggas
Run up on me and get shot
I think it's apparent to niggas
I been through alot so i don't be sparing these niggas
Yo people gone barry a nigga
Them demons be painting a picture
I pray but don't read the scriptures
Counting up a bag got to thank God for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Counting up a bag got to thank God for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Surrounded by angels and demons
Ion know who to be believe in
Street shit i try to leave it
But to far in the deep end
Codeine in my kidneys
Lungs filled with the pressure
Percs help the depression
Xans help with the lectures
Thank god for the blessings
Sorry grandma for the stressin
It's hard to listen to the lectures
When you tote the smiths and wessins
Shoot out like a western
Lifes a movie even extras
Might not make it to the next cut
Percocets my strap up
Granny told me put my faith in the word
But i can't give my cake to the church
Can't believe i put my faith in a girl
New bitch, yeah bitch i'm in love
Can't eat when i'm on the drugs
Pour the lean in a styrofoam cup
Pop a xan for my memories
Big hand for my enemies
I know why the envy me
Yeah they hate on my energy
Bad bitch she a centerpiece
Smash once then give her peace
Ooh ooh sign
Yeah bitch im a gold mine
Yeah bitch i blow minds
I'm on the tree like pine
Counting up a bag got to thank god for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
Counting up a bag got to thank god for the sales
Remember counting colinders while rotting away in them cells
I rather die a solid soldier the be the one who would tell
If being real was a sin i'd be on my way to hell
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Writer(s): Nahshon Brown
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