We some demons
Don't get your angel hit
Put me on this beat
Now I'm finna spit
My niggas grimy and
They finna hit a lick
Man this rapping shit
Is my commit
Seeing my homie
On a white shirt
Man I know that
Made my heart hurt
I can't trust a soul cuz
They all fake
Every time I think
It makes my body shake
Being with people
You know don't
F*ck with you
Next day you can
End up on the news
Why the smart ones
Always gotta die
Holding balloons
In the f*cking sky
Now we all
Wanna say fly high
Cuz my nigga in the grave
Man that's lame
Who the hell
Do we mother f*cking blame
Asking people man
You know they got a story
This shit crazy
How all the ones
Had to die
Gotta keep pushing
Gotta motivate the youth
In everything we do
You feel me
Talk to them
I got so much
Pain up in me
Can't smoke the
Pain away
It ain't me
So I stay mad
And stay to myself
I gotta question God
About my f*cking health
Just gotta keep my
Head on right
Man I can't never
Sleep at night
Waking up cuz I see
Him midnight
The devil want my soul
But I can't fold
F*ck a 9 to 5
I had to admit
Get so much hate
But I never quit
Focus on this money
Love making money
Hope it keeps coming
I need all hundreds
F*ck school f*ck it
I like fast money
Better keep it coming
Cuz I want five hundred
I always pray that I
Make it out the city
Lord knows cuz he
Always gone be with me
I pray at night
Get on my knees
Every time I do
This shit
I think of
A lot of shit
In my head
The shit I go
Threw mfcas
Don't know man
Uh
Let me keep
Talking to y'all tho
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
Man y'all just gotta
Keep doing y'all man
For real
Man you can do
Whatever the f*ck
You want to do
You feel me
Tell mother f*ckers
If imma do that shit
You feel me
Keep doing that shit
F*ck what
Mother f*ckers think
F*ck what they
Think man for real
I'm still doing
This shit bruh
I get so much
Hate in my own city
I just wanna
Leave that bitch
You feel me
Imma let the
Beat ride out
Gang
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We some demons
Don't get your angel hit
Put me on this beat
Now I'm finna spit
My niggas grimy and
They finna hit a lick
Man this rapping shit
Is my commit
Seeing my homie
On a white shirt
Man I know that
Made my heart hurt
I can't trust a soul cuz
They all fake
Every time I think
It makes my body shake
Being with people
You know don't
F*ck with you
Next day you can
End up on the news
Why the smart ones
Always gotta die
Holding balloons
In the f*cking sky
Now we all
Wanna say fly high
Cuz my nigga in the grave
Man that's lame
Who the hell
Do we mother f*cking blame
Asking people man
You know they got a story
This shit crazy
How all the ones
Had to die
Gotta keep pushing
Gotta motivate the youth
In everything we do
You feel me
Talk to them
I got so much
Pain up in me
Can't smoke the
Pain away
It ain't me
So I stay mad
And stay to myself
I gotta question God
About my f*cking health
Just gotta keep my
Head on right
Man I can't never
Sleep at night
Waking up cuz I see
Him midnight
The devil want my soul
But I can't fold
F*ck a 9 to 5
I had to admit
Get so much hate
But I never quit
Focus on this money
Love making money
Hope it keeps coming
I need all hundreds
F*ck school f*ck it
I like fast money
Better keep it coming
Cuz I want five hundred
I always pray that I
Make it out the city
Lord knows cuz he
Always gone be with me
I pray at night
Get on my knees
Every time I do
This shit
I think of
A lot of shit
In my head
The shit I go
Threw mfcas
Don't know man
Uh
Let me keep
Talking to y'all tho
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
Man y'all just gotta
Keep doing y'all man
For real
Man you can do
Whatever the f*ck
You want to do
You feel me
Tell mother f*ckers
If imma do that shit
You feel me
Keep doing that shit
F*ck what
Mother f*ckers think
F*ck what they
Think man for real
I'm still doing
This shit bruh
I get so much
Hate in my own city
I just wanna
Leave that bitch
You feel me
Imma let the
Beat ride out
Gang
Don't get your angel hit
Put me on this beat
Now I'm finna spit
My niggas grimy and
They finna hit a lick
Man this rapping shit
Is my commit
Seeing my homie
On a white shirt
Man I know that
Made my heart hurt
I can't trust a soul cuz
They all fake
Every time I think
It makes my body shake
Being with people
You know don't
F*ck with you
Next day you can
End up on the news
Why the smart ones
Always gotta die
Holding balloons
In the f*cking sky
Now we all
Wanna say fly high
Cuz my nigga in the grave
Man that's lame
Who the hell
Do we mother f*cking blame
Asking people man
You know they got a story
This shit crazy
How all the ones
Had to die
Gotta keep pushing
Gotta motivate the youth
In everything we do
You feel me
Talk to them
I got so much
Pain up in me
Can't smoke the
Pain away
It ain't me
So I stay mad
And stay to myself
I gotta question God
About my f*cking health
Just gotta keep my
Head on right
Man I can't never
Sleep at night
Waking up cuz I see
Him midnight
The devil want my soul
But I can't fold
F*ck a 9 to 5
I had to admit
Get so much hate
But I never quit
Focus on this money
Love making money
Hope it keeps coming
I need all hundreds
F*ck school f*ck it
I like fast money
Better keep it coming
Cuz I want five hundred
I always pray that I
Make it out the city
Lord knows cuz he
Always gone be with me
I pray at night
Get on my knees
Every time I do
This shit
I think of
A lot of shit
In my head
The shit I go
Threw mfcas
Don't know man
Uh
Let me keep
Talking to y'all tho
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
It's that pain foh
You know I'm
Going threw it (Going threw it)
Can't trust a soul
Cuz I know
They lien (Man they lien)
Twelve asking questions
Now I'm looking
Clueless (Looking clueless)
Holding on my ropes
I know I
Gotta focus (Gotta focus)
Man y'all just gotta
Keep doing y'all man
For real
Man you can do
Whatever the f*ck
You want to do
You feel me
Tell mother f*ckers
If imma do that shit
You feel me
Keep doing that shit
F*ck what
Mother f*ckers think
F*ck what they
Think man for real
I'm still doing
This shit bruh
I get so much
Hate in my own city
I just wanna
Leave that bitch
You feel me
Imma let the
Beat ride out
Gang
Writer: Percy Cates V
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