[ Featuring Denzel Curry ]
Yeah, mm
Yeah, let's get it started
Yeah, mm
My soul ain't for sale
My soul ain't for sale
My soul ain't for-
I see demons everywhere, demons from the paint
Demons in my cup, demons in my brain
Demons in the food, demons with the fangs
Demons in the sun, demons in the rain
She on demon time, she don't need to vibe
Know I got a girl, she don't even mind
I don't got a condom, I don't need to find
Demon in my mind, tellin' me it's fine (woo)
Since a lil' kid, my dreams got weird
I was fightin' these demons all by myself
Daddy not here, I'm takin' them fears
I'm wipin' them tears all by myself
Mama care, she cheer me up
But I still feel like I'm all by myself
Punch in the air, but I know they there
I'm f*ckin' these niggas up by myself
Before I was starred, I gripped my soul
I keep it away from the demons
Goin' through drama created the trauma
That shit that'll make you a demon
Psychological warfare, digital bots (uh)
Algorithm on the Instagram, I'm seein' nothin' but thots
Demons that's scared of the block (block), I got to carry the Glock (Glock)
My uncle was a fiend (fiend), he was married to the rock, huh
High cholesterol (woo), was the demon that took my pops (yeah)
Stop and frisk you, bitch, I see that demon, them punk-ass cops, bitch
My soul ain't for sale (uh)
My soul ain't for sale (no, it's not)
My soul ain't for sale (uh)
My soul ain't for- (my soul ain't for-, what?)
Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me (woo)
Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy
So many demons since I was a fetus
I smack 'em at will like I knew Jada Pinkett
So f*ck all that talking and f*ck all that tweeting
The only red tape (?) blood (?)
I'ma start swinging, Curry killer cuttin' up like I'm Sweeney
Cuzzo know and they could never defeat me
Tempurpedic, try to reach, I'm asleep
Demons on my mind, ain't nowhere to hide
Bound to get buried and filled up with formaldehyde
Really it's all 'bout desire
My angel number been saying I'm on demon time
So Fergy, I'm ready to go
I am not one of these niggas that worship the (?)
Bitch, I am Curry the GOAT
What the f*ck I look like takin' a oath?
I'm so truly humbled under God
Ultra ground, sewer sound, niggas used to be crying to mop
I can't stand a broke bad bitch who ain't got a job
And I can't stand a f*ck nigga hatin' on the squad
(My soul ain't for sale)
(My soul ain't for sale)
(My soul ain't for sale, uh)
Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me (woo)
Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy
