Wake up the Demon (feat. RoyalGang Joey James)
Ooh I'm a cocky fuck but I can back it up
Hit that boy in his chest watch his body turn to mush
I'm not easily impressed; you smoke bullshit laced with skunk
I got a lot of deposits to bet that you can't take a punch
I'm not a bully but truly fully I'll take your sack lunch
Love the sound when the skull hits the ground it goes crunch
And just because I'm humble
Don't mean you gone come up and try to give me a vibration that gone make my spirit fumble
Bitch!
Tarzan is swinging in the Jungle
You gone hear every word I say
Ain't no time to mumble
If I get extra drunk then baby I might stumble
And if I get extra then baby I might punk ya
I might punch ya
Smoking ganga
Ride with gunnas
Kick shit like punters
Stone Cold
Ima Stunna
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Boutta wake up the demon in me
Infect me with venom but I got the remedy
Enemies laying their snare but not tripping me
Typically chumps can't be in my vicinity
If I talk to you I won't say shit timidly
Literally what I say and do match physically
Chemically imbalanced I go crazy if you skimping me
I preach the truth and I am my own ministry
Never rob me of my energy
She called 12 and she panicked
She had never in her life before seen someone so schizophrenic
Stay Sharpe like Skip and Shannon
Do my dirt then dip in the phantom
Tuck in my shirt just to pull out a cannon (ahh)
Momma told me never stop
Until my nut bust
They don't wanna fuck with us
You know it's in God we trust
Momma told me not to cuss
But I don't really give a fuck
Rock star lifestyle Never gonna give it up
I can be a little much
I ain't a squirrel but I still get my nuts
Only thing I have is my word and my nuts
But I ain't trading that over nothing
No bitch; or No bucks
Me and Wikey we get bucks, big bucks
Tell a Nigga test his luck, test his luck
He want no smoke like a Tesla
Call up my shooter he strapped with Beretta
Big glock Nigga that shit heavy metal
Skrt on a cop bit my feet on the pedal
Fuck all the opps we applying the pressure
Designer my shoes I ain't rocking no sketchers
Fuckin that bitch every day on a schedule
Fuck up a check RoyalGang we get extras
Red bottoms like I dance with the devil
Head shotem RoyalGang we some steppers
Head shotem RoyalGang we some steppers
I might punch ya
Smoking ganga
Ride with gunnas
Kick shit like punters
Stone Cold
Ima Stunna
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Hit that boy in his chest watch his body turn to mush
I'm not easily impressed; you smoke bullshit laced with skunk
I got a lot of deposits to bet that you can't take a punch
I'm not a bully but truly fully I'll take your sack lunch
Love the sound when the skull hits the ground it goes crunch
And just because I'm humble
Don't mean you gone come up and try to give me a vibration that gone make my spirit fumble
Bitch!
Tarzan is swinging in the Jungle
You gone hear every word I say
Ain't no time to mumble
If I get extra drunk then baby I might stumble
And if I get extra then baby I might punk ya
I might punch ya
Smoking ganga
Ride with gunnas
Kick shit like punters
Stone Cold
Ima Stunna
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Boutta wake up the demon in me
Infect me with venom but I got the remedy
Enemies laying their snare but not tripping me
Typically chumps can't be in my vicinity
If I talk to you I won't say shit timidly
Literally what I say and do match physically
Chemically imbalanced I go crazy if you skimping me
I preach the truth and I am my own ministry
Never rob me of my energy
She called 12 and she panicked
She had never in her life before seen someone so schizophrenic
Stay Sharpe like Skip and Shannon
Do my dirt then dip in the phantom
Tuck in my shirt just to pull out a cannon (ahh)
Momma told me never stop
Until my nut bust
They don't wanna fuck with us
You know it's in God we trust
Momma told me not to cuss
But I don't really give a fuck
Rock star lifestyle Never gonna give it up
I can be a little much
I ain't a squirrel but I still get my nuts
Only thing I have is my word and my nuts
But I ain't trading that over nothing
No bitch; or No bucks
Me and Wikey we get bucks, big bucks
Tell a Nigga test his luck, test his luck
He want no smoke like a Tesla
Call up my shooter he strapped with Beretta
Big glock Nigga that shit heavy metal
Skrt on a cop bit my feet on the pedal
Fuck all the opps we applying the pressure
Designer my shoes I ain't rocking no sketchers
Fuckin that bitch every day on a schedule
Fuck up a check RoyalGang we get extras
Red bottoms like I dance with the devil
Head shotem RoyalGang we some steppers
Head shotem RoyalGang we some steppers
I might punch ya
Smoking ganga
Ride with gunnas
Kick shit like punters
Stone Cold
Ima Stunna
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
Wake up the Demon
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Writer(s): Ramon Williams Jr.
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