DEMON DEALIN
It's a bother
Anything for coins up in the coffer
Think I'm bad already
Swear to God I'll do a lot worse
Faust up in this bitch
Like I'm the devil give an offer
I was whiling out
And getting devil for the dollars
And then they caught me slipping
And I'm lucky I ain't dead already
Couple years ago would stop at nothing
Just to get the Fetti
Limbo waiting self inflicted injuries
I wasn't ready
Was disgusted with myself
And still am feel it sitting heavy
Bitches in the kitchen
Whipping product on the stove top
Fiends up on the block like
Fucking zombies at the dope spot
Got your buddies talking
They unraveling the whole plot
Fuck twelve we ain't see an issue
With a dead cop
Say you junkie say you dealer
But somehow I don't believe that
Finger on the trigger
Would you go ahead and squeeze that?
You ain't bout that shit
But you so desperate just to be that
Begging to your fam like:
"I ain't wanna go to rehab"
Nowadays working with the laced stuff
Gamble with my life
What you buying with that pay stub?
Fucking fiending
Now the flesh is scraped up
Think I'll get my karma
I'm just waiting till that day come
Dealing with the devil
I ain't never see it different
All you pussy's lame
I ain't fucking with the ignorance
Wow what a shame
All of yall have lost your interest
Half these rappers lame
Every one is so illiterate
Back to the bones
I'm taking them back
And I crack at your dome
And I'm cocking it back
And I'm switching my tone
I'm seeing the lack of the talent
It's a shame to be shown
Hop on the track
I'm getting the stacks on my own
Never needed you fuckers
You gonna get smacked I'm tagging a toe
You spreading the plaque
You better get off of my phone
All you bitches run your mouth
I'ma have to tape ya
If you wanna talk like that
You gon' have to step up
But I know you will not do it
All of yall are fake
Homies get knocked down
And you just look away
Say you junkie say you dealer
But somehow I don't believe that
Finger on the trigger
Would you go ahead and squeeze that?
You ain't bout that shit
But you so desperate just to be that
Begging to your fam like:
"I ain't wanna go to rehab"
Nowadays working with the laced stuff
Gamble with my life
What you buying with that pay stub?
Fucking fiending
Now the flesh is scraped up
Think I'll get my karma
I'm just waiting till that day come
Anything for coins up in the coffer
Think I'm bad already
Swear to God I'll do a lot worse
Faust up in this bitch
Like I'm the devil give an offer
I was whiling out
And getting devil for the dollars
And then they caught me slipping
And I'm lucky I ain't dead already
Couple years ago would stop at nothing
Just to get the Fetti
Limbo waiting self inflicted injuries
I wasn't ready
Was disgusted with myself
And still am feel it sitting heavy
Bitches in the kitchen
Whipping product on the stove top
Fiends up on the block like
Fucking zombies at the dope spot
Got your buddies talking
They unraveling the whole plot
Fuck twelve we ain't see an issue
With a dead cop
Say you junkie say you dealer
But somehow I don't believe that
Finger on the trigger
Would you go ahead and squeeze that?
You ain't bout that shit
But you so desperate just to be that
Begging to your fam like:
"I ain't wanna go to rehab"
Nowadays working with the laced stuff
Gamble with my life
What you buying with that pay stub?
Fucking fiending
Now the flesh is scraped up
Think I'll get my karma
I'm just waiting till that day come
Dealing with the devil
I ain't never see it different
All you pussy's lame
I ain't fucking with the ignorance
Wow what a shame
All of yall have lost your interest
Half these rappers lame
Every one is so illiterate
Back to the bones
I'm taking them back
And I crack at your dome
And I'm cocking it back
And I'm switching my tone
I'm seeing the lack of the talent
It's a shame to be shown
Hop on the track
I'm getting the stacks on my own
Never needed you fuckers
You gonna get smacked I'm tagging a toe
You spreading the plaque
You better get off of my phone
All you bitches run your mouth
I'ma have to tape ya
If you wanna talk like that
You gon' have to step up
But I know you will not do it
All of yall are fake
Homies get knocked down
And you just look away
Say you junkie say you dealer
But somehow I don't believe that
Finger on the trigger
Would you go ahead and squeeze that?
You ain't bout that shit
But you so desperate just to be that
Begging to your fam like:
"I ain't wanna go to rehab"
Nowadays working with the laced stuff
Gamble with my life
What you buying with that pay stub?
Fucking fiending
Now the flesh is scraped up
Think I'll get my karma
I'm just waiting till that day come
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Fields
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