Facing a Demon

Yeah
It's part of the game ain't it?
Flex on 'em

Yeah, was facing a demon, I won that bitch, now Kel back at it
Danced with the devil shit was too lit, free the nigga that was yelling out slat slat
Probably a pistol inside the bag with a couple woods and a couple of racks
Fuck on your bitch, I ain't goin out sad, I ain't goin out sad
Her booty hole brown and that pussy pink, I don't give a fuck about whatever you think
Sounds of applauding and cheers while I'm clappin your bitch, the chains on my neck keep going clink
Gelato in the wood got the whip smelling stink, gettin' the money I need in blueprint
Anything further I'm doing it for me, counting up money is probably my new favorite kink, rushing this life moving fast like a blink
Yeah, only the family I trust
When my times done, wonder where I'll go, gettin the money is a must
Fuck out my way, I'm on a roll
What can I say? Nothing at all
Is it my time? Is it my call?
How do I, how do I know?
Yeah, she wan' pregame, I told her baby it's barely even close to eight
Shots start gettin' to her head, her attitude change, even her walk, she swore she ate
To be on this team, you need to be gettin' money, that's nothing that you can negotiate
She never touched foot in the sand, lil' shorty come from section eight
Life don't take pauses, bag, Im'a moss it, drippin' like sauces, cases in closets, too many losses, moving like bosses, with a bad bitch, and two k's, feel like I can relate to Ye
She too embarrassed to hit her vape, I said "It's okay, I hit the za just to keep me straight"
Can't say you was there from the start when in the beginning all you bitches and niggas only did was hate