Demons (feat. #YMM AAM)
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up and It started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up and It started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
My niggas we spin
Round his block
He ran up pussy he got shot
Ye nigga he got got
Mr Know all don't know nada
Come with the blacked out fit no face
She want Chaney Well we want wraiths
Feds wanna chase us round the estates
Can't catch no case If they know no names
Blindfold gang They can't find no trace
Buds got sold and the P's got made
Yea The tables turned Fam I made that raise
Got bread
On deck
One slice make a bad bitch undress
Fake youths
Nuff' Kens
On sight Left Right That's contact
No lens Swing Can't miss the marker
I mocked that prick just to end the saga
Can't watch from the bench
I'm a well earned starter
Doubling P's like Peter Parker Look
My cuzzy made a meal out opps
He was rollin around wid a kitchen knife
My Brodie told me that he's got a drop
Say nutin bro Ain't gotta ask me twice
Bare man singing Say they let it pop
I ain't seen your Mac and where the fucks the fries
I know Bradford Charvas Brampton
Spartans All off my bruddas are on the rise
Alla the haters can't say shit
I've been workin night and day shifts
To the top I'm gonna make it
Hit the blunt I'm in a spaceship
All the talk I never rate it
Put down the mic and go ape shit
Success I can taste it
Young Money Makers really made it
I run my city
These n***** hate they
Ain't believe it
They shoot for fun
Theses n***** Demons
They ain't thinking
Better have ur gun
This ain't no movie
You will bleed
Purumpumpum up in your block
Like it's music
Sounds like rhythm
Sounds like rhythm
I claim my city
Now they do it
Now they do it
I broke bread but
Coulda bought sum shoes
Big gold chain comes from
Bachems jewls
I gotta flow flow with the flow flow
They be hating ion
Know what they say say
Remember days I was working
In the store I was really
Waiting for my pay day
Show me love but ion want it
If it's fake fake
Sneak dissing when I see you
Spray spray
They only way that I know
Is the green way
On my knees everything day
Pray pray
Went to cop sum jewls
I ain't finna lie
Hate to see me
I be shining in they eyes
We sum five guys
I ain't talking fries
Fuck how they see me
See me all the time
I run the city by my lonely
I don't wanna see you my Brodie
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up
It's started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone (Demons)
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone (Demons)
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up and It started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up and It started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
My niggas we spin
Round his block
He ran up pussy he got shot
Ye nigga he got got
Mr Know all don't know nada
Come with the blacked out fit no face
She want Chaney Well we want wraiths
Feds wanna chase us round the estates
Can't catch no case If they know no names
Blindfold gang They can't find no trace
Buds got sold and the P's got made
Yea The tables turned Fam I made that raise
Got bread
On deck
One slice make a bad bitch undress
Fake youths
Nuff' Kens
On sight Left Right That's contact
No lens Swing Can't miss the marker
I mocked that prick just to end the saga
Can't watch from the bench
I'm a well earned starter
Doubling P's like Peter Parker Look
My cuzzy made a meal out opps
He was rollin around wid a kitchen knife
My Brodie told me that he's got a drop
Say nutin bro Ain't gotta ask me twice
Bare man singing Say they let it pop
I ain't seen your Mac and where the fucks the fries
I know Bradford Charvas Brampton
Spartans All off my bruddas are on the rise
Alla the haters can't say shit
I've been workin night and day shifts
To the top I'm gonna make it
Hit the blunt I'm in a spaceship
All the talk I never rate it
Put down the mic and go ape shit
Success I can taste it
Young Money Makers really made it
I run my city
These n***** hate they
Ain't believe it
They shoot for fun
Theses n***** Demons
They ain't thinking
Better have ur gun
This ain't no movie
You will bleed
Purumpumpum up in your block
Like it's music
Sounds like rhythm
Sounds like rhythm
I claim my city
Now they do it
Now they do it
I broke bread but
Coulda bought sum shoes
Big gold chain comes from
Bachems jewls
I gotta flow flow with the flow flow
They be hating ion
Know what they say say
Remember days I was working
In the store I was really
Waiting for my pay day
Show me love but ion want it
If it's fake fake
Sneak dissing when I see you
Spray spray
They only way that I know
Is the green way
On my knees everything day
Pray pray
Went to cop sum jewls
I ain't finna lie
Hate to see me
I be shining in they eyes
We sum five guys
I ain't talking fries
Fuck how they see me
See me all the time
I run the city by my lonely
I don't wanna see you my Brodie
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Demons in my head
They steady screaming
Glock 40 up it up
It's started beaming
He thought that he
Got me boy he dreaming
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone (Demons)
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone (Demons)
He dreaming he dreaming
He gone
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Writer(s): Emmy Quanz
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