Lyrics:
All the things that you wanted
Couldn't even get it started
Days only getting longer
I wish I could go back
And we're right here standing in
We going to give it to them this time
Hope y'all ready
Hugghh
We don't step
Boy, we stomp on it
Leave them Yeshua prints
All on it
Tell the devil he
high off the za
My blunt not the only thing that's smoking cause that shorty hot
She so bad when I look at her eyes yeah she could get me shot
Never down
the demons on a regular is dat how it’s supposed to be
Don’t know why these things are happening fuck it I’m wit the happening
It’s all in the air wat
Ending a fight when I enter it, right?
If you could see what I saw
I ain't tipping the scales, I'm just setting things right
Cus the balance is fucked, I'm
accomplished
Take a haters head and stomp it
You were born to be the king
And they conform to kiss the ring
You know the price you had to pay to fill your life
pour up some lean on the rocks
Whipping that thing I'm a demon
Ghost niggas they can't even see him
Shiesty slimey like Thugger and Wheezy
Hop in
at angels handsome
Demons love melanin angels hug
While I Stomp em out of his hair like rainbows
Mama tha that man out side
She like baby don't play with them
at night
I'ma lie in the bed and I'll wake that night
I'ma see all these demons and makes you wanna go to sleep
And I just can't, I just can't
By myself no
Yea..
Y'all didn't think I was done, did y'all
Nah, I could never be done
Not as long as I have these demons
We've all got our demons, but mine are
near, it's just getting down to Me
These demons looking for me, vital, what they Uesd to see
This shit gone crazy, anybody going crazy, going By, they
and their demons keep winning
Demons keep winnin'
Demons keep winnin'
Since you wanna start some shit then we gon' have to finish
Demons keep winnin'
Demons
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggas
We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfucker new millennium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit
me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)
Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
the gun but die by it
But the worst thing your best friend
Behind the trigger tryna pull it
I went through it all, been there and done it
On the Front Ave
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them it's okay to lust
A priest is who children can
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them it's okay to lust
A priest is who children can
we spent every night
I held you tight in my arms
We planned out our life
We survived every pipe bomb
Without sayin goodbye
By june I knew I loved you
Fuck twelve, we burnin purple by the police
I remember back when all I wanted was someone to know me
I was lonely, now these hoes tryin to lick me
of my environment
Rocked to sleep by daily violence
Who's playin the tiniest violin?
High in the sky its defiant
The anti-Gravitational tyrant
Shoot em
yeah you tryna steal
This shit so unreal
Imma put an end to this shit imma stomp you with my heel
I know you a snake i'm feelin like i'm Jesus
Tryna
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