Demons
And I been fighting demons, what's it meaning?
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted
Bitch I know that I'm different
Shit, but I ain't slacking
Working 9 to 5 on my lyrics
I know knack it
And I get body, all you bitches
Never pissed a packet
Tell your boy to the doc
But don't tell him what happened
And I been fighting demons, what's it meaning?
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches
Bitch, I'm dialed in
Money making habits
Money coming always
I be living leverage
Pussy want some smoke
I grid that boy is looking catfish
Everybody want a piece of me
But they can't have this
Bitch, I'm living good now
Söze living like he fucking should now
New hood, new crib, new whip, new chick
But that ain't news to me
Ay and why you let me in the game
Bitch staying used to me
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted, bitch
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted
Bitch, and I been fighting demons, what's it meaning?
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches, bitch
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted
Bitch I know that I'm different
Shit, but I ain't slacking
Working 9 to 5 on my lyrics
I know knack it
And I get body, all you bitches
Never pissed a packet
Tell your boy to the doc
But don't tell him what happened
And I been fighting demons, what's it meaning?
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches
Bitch, I'm dialed in
Money making habits
Money coming always
I be living leverage
Pussy want some smoke
I grid that boy is looking catfish
Everybody want a piece of me
But they can't have this
Bitch, I'm living good now
Söze living like he fucking should now
New hood, new crib, new whip, new chick
But that ain't news to me
Ay and why you let me in the game
Bitch staying used to me
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted, bitch
Pussy want some smoke
Like the end of the barrel
Catch your body, bloodstain
I'm designer of pearls
Swiss world real cold
Got the liver, you get it
So much money in my music
'Cause I know that I'm gifted
Bitch, and I been fighting demons, what's it meaning?
Woke up in the night 'cause I heard myself screaming
And I can't even start to try to describe the feeling
I can't even start to tell these bitches that they leaning
Now this, yeah, I can have shit
Want it long in my beats
I ain't average
You fucking with us, soldier
Keep the poke inside my mattress
And you can't match this
Pussy want some smoke
I be coming with the matches, bitch
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Writer(s): Kyle Robinson, Kylof Söze
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