Demon Child

Nigga said i'm hating wtf I should be hating on
Told my jeweler send my money back that nigga taking long
I ain't in no beef these niggas creep i'm tryna make it home
Sent your shooter he ain't make it back he had the safety on
Damn mama i been on my grind and i ain't giving up
Probably think i'm laying on the ground cause i ain't picking up
Last nigga tried to run down they had to pick him up
Slight chance if he gone survive he won't be sitting up
Only carry glocks and fuck dimes so its fuck twelve
The Niggas who be wishing bad on me they can burning hell
I'm Praying for my nigga tony p cause he got sickle cell
The niggas that hang around now you couldn't pay to tell

A made nigga i done graduated on some boss shit
Head down i got fed up with taking losses
Hard times, I been moving steep and i been caution
Can't love, people hard to trust it ain't my fault bitch

A made nigga i done graduated on some boss shit
Head down i got fed up with taking losses
Hard times, I been moving steep and i been caution
Can't love, people hard to trust it ain't my fault bitch

She asked me can i stay but i really came to fuck
Sleeping with my gun you might set a nigga up
I don't trust people so i'm probably in a rush
I just want some head left my rubber in the truck
Lost alot of love cause my heart died
My brother bang red yeah we mob tied
Pull up in a porsche with the frog eyes
I can't trust a nigga playing both sides

A made nigga i done graduated on some boss shit
Head down i got fed up with taking losses
Hard times, I been moving steep and i been caution
Can't love, people hard to trust it ain't my fault bitch

A made nigga i done graduated on some boss shit
Head down i got fed up with taking losses
Hard times, I been moving steep and i been caution
Can't love, people hard to trust it ain't my fault bitch



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Writer(s): Terry Swain
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