[Intro]
All my niggas demons (They demons)
And my shawty think I'm Satan
Shawty think I'm Satan
[Chorus]
My dawgs think I'm patience
My bitch think I'm Satan
If he holding weight, then i'ma probably stain him
Six up in that rollie, if he move I'll spray him
I could be a idol, I don't mean Clay Aiken
I don't got a title, but I'm tidal waving
I just popped like three xans, that's why my head aching
I woke up with two straps, sleep, my eyes awake, man
I can't trust these niggas they might set me up for cake, man
[Verse 1]
I can't trust these ho's 'cause they be spreading shit like grape jam
My opps drinking hater-ade, molly in my Gatorade
Five hunnid for my sweater, the belt to match, I would say I'm swag
I don't got a deal, don't got a job, "How do he get his cake?"
He still on the Ave chipping them bags until it fade away
He just grip a strap, and pull triggers 'til all them grains away
I done did my dirt, nothing to prove, and that's so safe to say
I'm just living life, and that's somethin' they wanna take away
[?] gon' smoke him if I tell him, "Blow that freak away"
K Money gon' smoke him if I tell him that he's moving ways
Off xan he sell coco, that bitch wanna snort her pain away
I don't rock with bucktees, bitch, the door is that a way
Right pocket all brown
My left pocket look like St. Patricks day
Gun on cotch, fuck my opps
Time don't stop
All my niggas demons (They demons)
And my shawty think I'm Satan
Shawty think I'm Satan
[Chorus]
My dawgs think I'm patience
My bitch think I'm Satan
If he holding weight, then i'ma probably stain him
Six up in that rollie, if he move I'll spray him
I could be a idol, I don't mean Clay Aiken
I don't got a title, but I'm tidal waving
I just popped like three xans, that's why my head aching
I woke up with two straps, sleep, my eyes awake, man
I can't trust these niggas they might set me up for cake, man
[Verse 1]
I can't trust these ho's 'cause they be spreading shit like grape jam
My opps drinking hater-ade, molly in my Gatorade
Five hunnid for my sweater, the belt to match, I would say I'm swag
I don't got a deal, don't got a job, "How do he get his cake?"
He still on the Ave chipping them bags until it fade away
He just grip a strap, and pull triggers 'til all them grains away
I done did my dirt, nothing to prove, and that's so safe to say
I'm just living life, and that's somethin' they wanna take away
[?] gon' smoke him if I tell him, "Blow that freak away"
K Money gon' smoke him if I tell him that he's moving ways
Off xan he sell coco, that bitch wanna snort her pain away
I don't rock with bucktees, bitch, the door is that a way
Right pocket all brown
My left pocket look like St. Patricks day
Gun on cotch, fuck my opps
Time don't stop
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