[Chorus]
I wanted my bitch to forgive me, but I learned I didn't need her
Honestly I lost all my feelings and became a demon
Trippin' on busters
I'on need a reason, I'm active on a set
Come through if you don't believe me
I wanted by bitch to forgive me, but I learned I didn't need her
Honestly I lost all my feelings and became a demon
Trippin' on busters, I'on need a reason
I'm active on a set, come through if you don't believe me
[Verse 1]
Dancin' with the devil, blue demons they always near me
I started selling pounds of weed, at the age of 15
They told me ''Be safe'', so I'm strapped while I'm living risky
Tryna forget about the past, sippin' Wock or Remi
Ain't nobody show me love, when I have a penny
Fourth and fifth grade, started off alternative elementary
I'm sorry mama, I didn't listen when you tried to help me
Goin' through so much pain, my feelings up and left me
I got a 1911, for whoever tryna get me
Knocked the Nike off of his fit, just for tryin' to check me
I'll be tryna do good the devil doesn't let me
Tryin' to make raps before I’m gone or in the penitentiary
The way I'm livin', there's no excuses, this life ain't friendly
Dumped the whole clip out this bitch, till the shit's empty
I could lose it all at any time, that's why I stay ready
And never worried about a bitch, ese, 'cause I got plenty
I wanted my bitch to forgive me, but I learned I didn't need her
Honestly I lost all my feelings and became a demon
Trippin' on busters
I'on need a reason, I'm active on a set
Come through if you don't believe me
I wanted by bitch to forgive me, but I learned I didn't need her
Honestly I lost all my feelings and became a demon
Trippin' on busters, I'on need a reason
I'm active on a set, come through if you don't believe me
[Verse 1]
Dancin' with the devil, blue demons they always near me
I started selling pounds of weed, at the age of 15
They told me ''Be safe'', so I'm strapped while I'm living risky
Tryna forget about the past, sippin' Wock or Remi
Ain't nobody show me love, when I have a penny
Fourth and fifth grade, started off alternative elementary
I'm sorry mama, I didn't listen when you tried to help me
Goin' through so much pain, my feelings up and left me
I got a 1911, for whoever tryna get me
Knocked the Nike off of his fit, just for tryin' to check me
I'll be tryna do good the devil doesn't let me
Tryin' to make raps before I’m gone or in the penitentiary
The way I'm livin', there's no excuses, this life ain't friendly
Dumped the whole clip out this bitch, till the shit's empty
I could lose it all at any time, that's why I stay ready
And never worried about a bitch, ese, 'cause I got plenty
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