Demon
(They say I be tweaking)
(Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it)
Yea
They say I be tweaking, for no reason (For no reason), yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, yea
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it, nah
They say I be tweaking, for no reason, yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, nah
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it (Yea, Yea)
Yea
I got some goals on my list, I'm not repeating it
G63 in my garage, you got a Jeep in it (Skrttt)
Remaining in my own lane, who I'm competing with
I'm more focused on them M's, than who I'm sleeping with
They starting convos off with cap, they be misleading it (That's cap)
Like how you run it up, your pants don't even got a G in it (Broke)
I'm moving like a G with it, used to wanna be G-Unit (The Unit)
When it's drama, it be litt for whoever we see you with (BAOW)
So much bad energy from people near me, I see thru it
Now I'm a good judge of character, for times I ain't see thru it (Word)
Fucked up a couple times, I had to redo it, and breeze thru it
Life presented me lessons, had to read through it
Like how I gave you everything with nothing in return
Now I realize when bridges burn, there's lessons to learn
All that toxic energy in a ern, kicked to the curb
Come correct or get curved, hop in my whip, and I swerve
Last 12 months, I been hit with a bunch of curves
They say time heal the wounds, but it feels like it's getting worse
I been moving like a demon out in these streets, and it hurts (It get lonely out here)
Ain't no love when you outside, can't trust a bro or these birds
This shit ain't for the weak, it's for the beasts, if this a jungle, imma eat (Yea Yea, Yea)
They say I be tweaking, for no reason (For no reason), yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, yea
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it, nah
They say I be tweaking, for no reason, yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, nah
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it (Yea, Yea)
(Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it)
Yea
They say I be tweaking, for no reason (For no reason), yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, yea
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it, nah
They say I be tweaking, for no reason, yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, nah
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it (Yea, Yea)
Yea
I got some goals on my list, I'm not repeating it
G63 in my garage, you got a Jeep in it (Skrttt)
Remaining in my own lane, who I'm competing with
I'm more focused on them M's, than who I'm sleeping with
They starting convos off with cap, they be misleading it (That's cap)
Like how you run it up, your pants don't even got a G in it (Broke)
I'm moving like a G with it, used to wanna be G-Unit (The Unit)
When it's drama, it be litt for whoever we see you with (BAOW)
So much bad energy from people near me, I see thru it
Now I'm a good judge of character, for times I ain't see thru it (Word)
Fucked up a couple times, I had to redo it, and breeze thru it
Life presented me lessons, had to read through it
Like how I gave you everything with nothing in return
Now I realize when bridges burn, there's lessons to learn
All that toxic energy in a ern, kicked to the curb
Come correct or get curved, hop in my whip, and I swerve
Last 12 months, I been hit with a bunch of curves
They say time heal the wounds, but it feels like it's getting worse
I been moving like a demon out in these streets, and it hurts (It get lonely out here)
Ain't no love when you outside, can't trust a bro or these birds
This shit ain't for the weak, it's for the beasts, if this a jungle, imma eat (Yea Yea, Yea)
They say I be tweaking, for no reason (For no reason), yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, yea
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it, nah
They say I be tweaking, for no reason, yea
Momma's baby boy, turned to a demon, yea
That's your bitch? She treeshing, for the weekend, nah
Nigga I don't say nun, if I don't mean it (Yea, Yea)
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Writer(s): Raymond Louther
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