Demons

You niggas dusty like some chalk All you really do is talk Cock like a magic beanstalk Rock music, Abby’s crosswalk I don’t need a chauffeur Self driving like a Tesla Don’t like ya attitude, sir Nigga just get the fuck out my fiesta Spilling some red on my white shirt Really got my heart broken by a white girl Met a biddy on yacht bomb her shit Pearl Harbor in her guts, nigga, but I ain’t sterile My watch give me hypothermia Chasing the bag to support my familia If I was rich, I’d donate to charity Something you billionaires aren’t so familiar with Just give me a kiss, right on my ass I’d say that to the teacher of my early class Pull up in all adidas, give me a pass 'cuz I know that my fashion is fast Thrifting with my boy John Outfit popping like I’m on fleek Fly to Paris for a macaron Then go shopping at the mall, chic You know my new years resolution Is to see some more booty On the back of some cutie A girl that’ll drive me looney I’m all for polygamy But a nigga get jealous Gotta find the one that’s right for me So I can get over zealous Versace Versace my pants are not falling all thanks to Versace belt Gucci who? I cannot hear you, Medusa turned you into stone; smelt I’ve never eaten at the melt shop Don’t buy clothes from a sweatshop White boy, you don’t got hops Call Elon, get a Tesla with a drop top Dreads? Nigga that’s a mop top Got your girl in the back give me slop top D1 track star running nonstop Pull up to the telly then I tip the bellhop This is hip hop And the beat is the backdrop Killers gotta tat with a fucking tear drop Own a restaurant Little do they know, the business is a front Riddle me this, Why we got an idiot in power with little fists Blue grass supporters, that’s fiddle jizz Fucking inbred followers are a piece of shit The weed just hit Bernie 2020, homie gonna legalize it When you boomers gonna mother fucking realize it Marijuana ain’t a drug, don’t gotta stigmatize it My demons be chasing Don’t keep me awake anymore, but show up in my dreams They try to redeem I just wanna scream but I don’t really want them to leave I want them to stay They make me feel safe They make me feel gay, In a happy way They make me complete I just can’t compete I feel like I’m stranded in the street I’m chasing my demons I feel like a heathen I’m starting to hate them I hate that I chase them I try to replace them I start to misplace other angels All 'cuz of my temptation There is no alternate variation My demons and I have a special foundation But they found a new situation