It's a mind thing, I peep everything when I don't be trying
Talking to a fake nigga or a Bitch I can tell they always lying
Type of nigga'll diss my gang, for a whole month straight his ass be hiding
I'd never lie but these niggas ain't no Men, that bitch can die
We riding around tinted and they can't see my face at all
Played with my name like I wouldn't answer Ten times if you called
My lane different we lane switching
They scared to get involved
She told me to promise her I won't leave if all this shit Take Off
Most these niggas soft as hell, but let You tell it he a Demon
Lately I been tryna keep my cool I used to love tweaking
Off medicinals, critical thinking got my mind bleeding
Send a hit Take Off we night creeping & leave your mind leaking
Never leave my gang for none, no F*cks to Give this shit a Unit
Most of these niggas behind keyboard & Mic's in real life be some losers
And they speaking on Baby Demon
Why give remorse if they wanna do it?
I'm doing top speed high asl trying to get my mind to loosen
How you want my heart but when it's in your possession you can't even use it
We ain't shooting paintballs, hop out spanking ass
Leave more than bruises
Died about a diss song all that f*cking talking, His ass a goofy
Wake up and treat my Life just like a movie
In my top I ride with Kane ain't worried bout shit
2 smith & Wesson, well protected we Tote chop-pas and some Glocks bitch
Ain't no back and forth with all that Op shit
Fast life nigga these hoes going but I ain't gone cuff I know your twat Sick