Battling Demons Freestyle
It's Pacino, baby
Yeah, this that off-the-head shit
Off the top
No pen, no pad
Man, y'all know what time it is
I ain't finna play wit'cha
You know, like, I'm really special
Like, special ed retarded on 'em
South, Suiside
What
You thought this was a game
Y'all already know what time it is
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The biggest threat I fight with self that's why I don't feel no love
I've been battling demons and I ain't perfect
If I offend you then so what
Shit medium rare
When I run down I turn that beef to a cold cut
I need my bitch to handle her business
But in the sheets be a cold slut
Them boys DOA
She'll leave an opper laid ten toes up
I'm a loose cannon
Yeah I ain't wrapped too tight
They be like bros nuts, this big old dick got your bae fiendin'
Yeah I be in that hoe guts
And everything that I've achieved I grinded for
Ain't no luck
This drama real out chea
It be your folks to get you crossed up
Can't trust no bitch
I ain't even make it to booking
She let my dog fuck
Yeah I about killing 'em both off principal
But instead I bossed up
Then a few years later he died from an overdose
Guess that karma done caught up
Yeah, I feed off energy
And I truly believe you gon' get what you give
You gon' get what you give
I'm still paying it back for the way that I acted when I was a jit
Yeah I'm lit in this bitch
Been applied pressure won't quit til I'm rich
Or dying on a stretcher
Them 223's DOOT-DOOT
Through your sweatshirt
Run off in your crib
Leave out with your networth
Heart cold
My chest hurt
I know this anxiety's killing me slow
This paranoia got me on edge
Can't leave the crib wit no pole
Get it and go
Watch how I move
Gotta maneuver strategically
I'm really out chea living that smoke
If it's beef better pray to your deity
Man there ain't no one seeing me
Ray Charles
Send my opp's to the guillotine
Face gone
Out here saving these hoes with your cape on
Up that iron hit your ass with a napalm
Slap your ass like a bitch with a straight palm
Spin the bend now they got that hoe taped off
All my haters I really want to thank y'all
Motivate me to get all this paper
Don't ever know the outcome so I keep that 40 on me
Best watch the ones that's closest to you
I stay by my lonely
I done seen they kind before
Just wait till they true colors showing
Cut 'em off and watch 'em switch
They dangerous when that money's slowing
Ya bitch you
Yeah, this that off-the-head shit
Off the top
No pen, no pad
Man, y'all know what time it is
I ain't finna play wit'cha
You know, like, I'm really special
Like, special ed retarded on 'em
South, Suiside
What
You thought this was a game
Y'all already know what time it is
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The biggest threat I fight with self that's why I don't feel no love
I've been battling demons and I ain't perfect
If I offend you then so what
Shit medium rare
When I run down I turn that beef to a cold cut
I need my bitch to handle her business
But in the sheets be a cold slut
Them boys DOA
She'll leave an opper laid ten toes up
I'm a loose cannon
Yeah I ain't wrapped too tight
They be like bros nuts, this big old dick got your bae fiendin'
Yeah I be in that hoe guts
And everything that I've achieved I grinded for
Ain't no luck
This drama real out chea
It be your folks to get you crossed up
Can't trust no bitch
I ain't even make it to booking
She let my dog fuck
Yeah I about killing 'em both off principal
But instead I bossed up
Then a few years later he died from an overdose
Guess that karma done caught up
Yeah, I feed off energy
And I truly believe you gon' get what you give
You gon' get what you give
I'm still paying it back for the way that I acted when I was a jit
Yeah I'm lit in this bitch
Been applied pressure won't quit til I'm rich
Or dying on a stretcher
Them 223's DOOT-DOOT
Through your sweatshirt
Run off in your crib
Leave out with your networth
Heart cold
My chest hurt
I know this anxiety's killing me slow
This paranoia got me on edge
Can't leave the crib wit no pole
Get it and go
Watch how I move
Gotta maneuver strategically
I'm really out chea living that smoke
If it's beef better pray to your deity
Man there ain't no one seeing me
Ray Charles
Send my opp's to the guillotine
Face gone
Out here saving these hoes with your cape on
Up that iron hit your ass with a napalm
Slap your ass like a bitch with a straight palm
Spin the bend now they got that hoe taped off
All my haters I really want to thank y'all
Motivate me to get all this paper
Don't ever know the outcome so I keep that 40 on me
Best watch the ones that's closest to you
I stay by my lonely
I done seen they kind before
Just wait till they true colors showing
Cut 'em off and watch 'em switch
They dangerous when that money's slowing
Ya bitch you
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Writer(s): Joshua Isaacs
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