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(CashMoneyAP) Demons in my life Yeah, uh, uh, uh I got demons in my life, guns on my side Tryna make it out alive, ayy I can tell she been cryin' I bought the bitch designer, something wasn't right, ayy I came back the truth, my hittas on the front line I bought a watch 'cause I got tired of duckin' one time I told my nigga give me a price, he said love They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we ringin' it out I bumped my head 'cause that's how bad a nigga needed a knot Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not The hood was like a dealership, I was leavin' a lot I asked you did you fuck my nigga? And it hurt when you lied 'Cause I wanted me and him to fuck you every time Why the fuck I bought her liquor for? This bitch, she keep whinin' They put that pistol in my hand, you better not sit it behind me Came up from nothin', I had a plan, I put my city behind me I know this pain last forever but don't come and remind me Streets been callin' my phone, I don't wanna decline SongtexteIt's only two things I love, and that's money and diamonds, yeah Let her fuck the squad, she was actin' like she couldn't pick I just bought a MAC, that shit reminded her of lipstick I ain't Sean John, but everything you did, I did it She'll fuck a nigga soul, but tell a nigga she was tipsy If you with my uncle, you still know when I don't feel And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and will I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here Outfits like Corvettes, I been switchin' up my gear, oh And I'm like Shaquille, I bow my head and I kneel She ride without no license, you don't have no idea, ayy Hate up on they face, nigga, and it came with tears Was young, fucking up the mall, prolly why I fuck with Quill We might start stealin' arms, I’m a risk taker Been fillin' up my lungs, Backwoods, Runtz, and white paper She don't like the way it's been going, she been threatenin' to leave She don't get no attention if it's up to me She shoot me middle fingers, I say when like I'm Vietnamese I’ll never kill Stephen, I’m higher than Mer-Curry Made a song, I got off lean, got back on it the next day I'm hurt, you ain't askin' 'bout me, you keep askin' 'bout my mixtape I got demons in my life, guns on my side Tryna make it out alive, ayy I can tell she been cryin' I bought the bitch designer, something wasn't right, ayy I came back the truth, my hittas on the front line I bought a watch 'cause I got tired of duckin' one time I told my nigga give me a price, he said love They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we ringin' it out I bumped my head 'cause that's how bad a nigga needed a knot Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not The hood was like a dealership, I was leavin' a lot Ayy, I'm from the country, hit the interstate to go and buy some Gucci I don't know nothin' 'bout that body, tryna do me like I'm Boosie Surprised that I'm home, I know them folks ain't wanna free me I'm like Eric, I don't do to much a talkin', it be hard for you to read me So these Glocks ain't got no safety I watched a ton like RG3 If you play with me, it's empty, I barely let my barber temp me Opps callin' my phone, I guess it got too hard for them We do the same thing, the same thing, you play, I'm sending 'em It mean the same thing, the same thing, like a synonym I can feel it gettin' shady, chances gettin' slim And ain't talkin' Eminem You the one who ballin' so sit up on the rim You might not feel what I'm talkin' I'm just being real, I was just tryna chalk it Now I'm tryna chalk him I put the Percocets down, I still pray for this up here Why the fuck you come around if you had plans to disappear? Aus Songtexte Mania