Demon Tyme
Yeah my tooth aching like a bitch
Took 2 percs to the face yeah i'm high as shit
Demons on the rise on the road to getting rich
Demon in my eyes yeah they moving quick
I'm seeing shit in this life that'll make these niggas wanna start living right
Smoking weed till my teeth decay
This a sight to see how us niggas made a way yeah
My city doubted the music i create
I'm a Demon at play
Yeah this is my town so it's fuck what they say
Got a chopper on my side, if these niggas wanna take a trip to heavens gate yeah
Tell the lord there's a few souls headed his way
Off white in the sole of my G fazos
Never let what they say phase me hoe
Yeah on the way to my prime
I'll stay high the whole ride
Thoughts always race across my mind
Still i'm taking what's mine
Yeah we on that demon time
Yeah we on that demon time
Yuuuh
Yeah my choppa make the world shake when it blows
Seeing other rappers lose hope gives me motivation when i flow
Promise that we different bitch promise that we'll run this shit
Fast lyfe type shit yeah we moving quick
Bad bitch in a crop top
Pussy waiting on me when i make it to the spot
In a rush if he talk shit we'll leave em with his head bust
Violence & revenge it's a must
Hellcat taillights leave em in the dust
Niggas getting old time shake off the rust
Yeah i hate this shit
Had to wake up & face it bitch
At times i lose grip of what i'm saying
Guessing i'm possessed but i'm still a legend in the making
Yeah on the way to my prime
I'll stay high the whole ride
Thoughts always race across my mind
Still i'm taking what's mine
Yeah we on that demon time
Took a lucky guess
Now this bitch fucking on me for a check
Leave a hickie on her neck watch shorty make the press
Pep talk with my team before stepping out on scene
Got a pep in my walk like a dope fiend
Shorty like her sex with a bit of cream
Shorty sent a text said she flying in this week
Shorty left her man now this nigga getting pressed damn
Practice everyday with this music shit till i got the bands
Practice in every way till the world my fan
Niggas want handouts but i'm not uncle sam
Made it off the drugs yea I did it on my own
Nobody showed love so please don't hit phone
Had to make a way
Doing shit these days that's really taking me astray
But it's okay that's how bad i want this music shit
I'm a walking check all i do is make hits!
Ain't worried bout sex cause there's plenty of fish
Took 2 percs to the face yeah i'm high as shit
Demons on the rise on the road to getting rich
Demon in my eyes yeah they moving quick
I'm seeing shit in this life that'll make these niggas wanna start living right
Smoking weed till my teeth decay
This a sight to see how us niggas made a way yeah
My city doubted the music i create
I'm a Demon at play
Yeah this is my town so it's fuck what they say
Got a chopper on my side, if these niggas wanna take a trip to heavens gate yeah
Tell the lord there's a few souls headed his way
Off white in the sole of my G fazos
Never let what they say phase me hoe
Yeah on the way to my prime
I'll stay high the whole ride
Thoughts always race across my mind
Still i'm taking what's mine
Yeah we on that demon time
Yeah we on that demon time
Yuuuh
Yeah my choppa make the world shake when it blows
Seeing other rappers lose hope gives me motivation when i flow
Promise that we different bitch promise that we'll run this shit
Fast lyfe type shit yeah we moving quick
Bad bitch in a crop top
Pussy waiting on me when i make it to the spot
In a rush if he talk shit we'll leave em with his head bust
Violence & revenge it's a must
Hellcat taillights leave em in the dust
Niggas getting old time shake off the rust
Yeah i hate this shit
Had to wake up & face it bitch
At times i lose grip of what i'm saying
Guessing i'm possessed but i'm still a legend in the making
Yeah on the way to my prime
I'll stay high the whole ride
Thoughts always race across my mind
Still i'm taking what's mine
Yeah we on that demon time
Took a lucky guess
Now this bitch fucking on me for a check
Leave a hickie on her neck watch shorty make the press
Pep talk with my team before stepping out on scene
Got a pep in my walk like a dope fiend
Shorty like her sex with a bit of cream
Shorty sent a text said she flying in this week
Shorty left her man now this nigga getting pressed damn
Practice everyday with this music shit till i got the bands
Practice in every way till the world my fan
Niggas want handouts but i'm not uncle sam
Made it off the drugs yea I did it on my own
Nobody showed love so please don't hit phone
Had to make a way
Doing shit these days that's really taking me astray
But it's okay that's how bad i want this music shit
I'm a walking check all i do is make hits!
Ain't worried bout sex cause there's plenty of fish
Credits
Writer(s): Moses Smith
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