Demon
Gotta keep it G I cannot go no lower key
Told these niggas you don't wanna problem start wit me aye
Sometimes I might bug out I might thug out you might bleed aye
Life ain't fair so I could give a fuck bout what you need
Do for yourself
And those who matter
Cause that's what you sposed to do
Get low
Wait for the come up until they notice you
Can't stress if they call me a demon because know it's true
Yeah nigga i know it's true
Ask god he got all the proof
Hiding my feelings in music I spit it in autotune
If I feel like you been choosing I'm gone what's wrong with you
BlackHeart still in my chest no I ain't heartless boo
We living lawless too
We living hm
Way in the cut like for really tho
I had to stunt for really tho
Real action like a video
Gas got a nigga coughing think we need a hall here no arsenio
Me and Ryu with some pretty hoes
Stop talking you ain't really on
My boy I'm truth
My block is the bowl my life is the pudding so bitch I'm the proof
I rock thru the cold until my shit sold bitch gimme the loot
I ain't the one to be playing with
Outside armed and dangerous
I don't give a fuck what day it is
Pour it up and make the paper twist
Godfather call me paper clip
Rasta on my Jamaican shit
Zah zah boutta make it hit
Grabba with a baby strip
Weight around my name
Don't play round with my name
I could pull up put in pain
Different I'm a new strain
Toast up to the gang
Mo money mo milly we live in the city where shit is insane
I keep it 101 cuz I know these niggas is fake
Why would I wanna relate
I don't feel nothing they say
Fuck whatever you claim
Gotta keep it G I cannot go no lower key
Told these niggas you don't wanna problem start wit me aye
Sometimes I might bug out I might thug out you might bleed aye
Life ain't fair so I could give a fuck bout what you need
Do for yourself
And those who matter
Cause that's what you sposed to do
Get low
Wait for the come up until they notice you
Can't stress if they call me a demon because know it's true
Yeah nigga i know it's true
Ask god he got all the proof
Hiding my feelings in music I spit it in autotune
If I feel like you been choosing I'm gone what's wrong with you
BlackHeart still in my chest no I ain't heartless boo
We living lawless too
We living hm
Living how I'm living I can't be up on IG
Too much smoke it's too much gas eyes red don't need visine
Fucking on yo bitch she hitting notes like do re mi
If I die the way I'm living pray the lord my soul to keep
Get a bag and then we spend and flip that shit throughout the week
Did some shit up in my past that I know wells not for the weak
No religion but my dawg told me to practice what you preach
Bitch I'd rather die a legend put me right up there with E
Need a Rolls Royce to the damn plane
Bad bitch with some champagne
So I could start living every night like I ain't worried bout a damn thing
But shit what's that
If I slip then it's a wrap
Can't be no food I'm full off stacks yeah
Please don't play no games you know where the fuck we came from
New York baby that's my day one
Had to tell her all these ones ain't free go head and shake some
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say some
It's that easy
But I can't play this not no game I think they need me
I made mistakes then karma hit they almost leaked me
Fuck the fame it's 50 doubled till I'm leaving
Told these niggas you don't wanna problem start wit me aye
Sometimes I might bug out I might thug out you might bleed aye
Life ain't fair so I could give a fuck bout what you need
Do for yourself
And those who matter
Cause that's what you sposed to do
Get low
Wait for the come up until they notice you
Can't stress if they call me a demon because know it's true
Yeah nigga i know it's true
Ask god he got all the proof
Hiding my feelings in music I spit it in autotune
If I feel like you been choosing I'm gone what's wrong with you
BlackHeart still in my chest no I ain't heartless boo
We living lawless too
We living hm
Way in the cut like for really tho
I had to stunt for really tho
Real action like a video
Gas got a nigga coughing think we need a hall here no arsenio
Me and Ryu with some pretty hoes
Stop talking you ain't really on
My boy I'm truth
My block is the bowl my life is the pudding so bitch I'm the proof
I rock thru the cold until my shit sold bitch gimme the loot
I ain't the one to be playing with
Outside armed and dangerous
I don't give a fuck what day it is
Pour it up and make the paper twist
Godfather call me paper clip
Rasta on my Jamaican shit
Zah zah boutta make it hit
Grabba with a baby strip
Weight around my name
Don't play round with my name
I could pull up put in pain
Different I'm a new strain
Toast up to the gang
Mo money mo milly we live in the city where shit is insane
I keep it 101 cuz I know these niggas is fake
Why would I wanna relate
I don't feel nothing they say
Fuck whatever you claim
Gotta keep it G I cannot go no lower key
Told these niggas you don't wanna problem start wit me aye
Sometimes I might bug out I might thug out you might bleed aye
Life ain't fair so I could give a fuck bout what you need
Do for yourself
And those who matter
Cause that's what you sposed to do
Get low
Wait for the come up until they notice you
Can't stress if they call me a demon because know it's true
Yeah nigga i know it's true
Ask god he got all the proof
Hiding my feelings in music I spit it in autotune
If I feel like you been choosing I'm gone what's wrong with you
BlackHeart still in my chest no I ain't heartless boo
We living lawless too
We living hm
Living how I'm living I can't be up on IG
Too much smoke it's too much gas eyes red don't need visine
Fucking on yo bitch she hitting notes like do re mi
If I die the way I'm living pray the lord my soul to keep
Get a bag and then we spend and flip that shit throughout the week
Did some shit up in my past that I know wells not for the weak
No religion but my dawg told me to practice what you preach
Bitch I'd rather die a legend put me right up there with E
Need a Rolls Royce to the damn plane
Bad bitch with some champagne
So I could start living every night like I ain't worried bout a damn thing
But shit what's that
If I slip then it's a wrap
Can't be no food I'm full off stacks yeah
Please don't play no games you know where the fuck we came from
New York baby that's my day one
Had to tell her all these ones ain't free go head and shake some
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say some
It's that easy
But I can't play this not no game I think they need me
I made mistakes then karma hit they almost leaked me
Fuck the fame it's 50 doubled till I'm leaving
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Writer(s): Ryu Murphy
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