Music: Carmelo Cianflone/Colton Fisher/James Hatten/Kathleen Reiter Schwartz
I told that demon on my shoulder I got time today
I pull my pistol out the holster let it light the way
I told my niggas that this aināt over ātill the opps in they grave
Folks and ānem tote rockets in they denim, we canāt catch a stray
Pour it out for my brothers who aināt with us, we gon hold the wait
Pop a nigga shoe he get to dancing like its cabaret
Donāt get it confused, locked and loaded, and itās on display
My demonās on the loose and itās a demon that I canāt betray
Stop with all that goofy shit
Pop a nigga front I donāt care who he with
I donāt give a **** about a body bitch
They running up, aināt doing shit
Pull up and we drilling shit
Roll up then peeling shit
Show up then we smoking shit
I be off a thirty popping pills and shit
I be in the dirty yeah Iām doing it
Make some tears drop then Iām tattooing it
Every word I speak it got the truth in it
My language and Iām fluent and in that grave it got you in it (ya dead!)
I say I love you to my bitch cause thatās my ball and chain
My fam above me looking down but itās not the same
Them sirens singing in the streets wonāt drown my Mamaās pain
Them bells be ringing to a beat so Imma let it rang
I post that bail and pay that bond to keep my brothers safe
**** all that glazing shit aināt sweet this aināt Annie Mae
Weāll make a movie in broad day like itās a matinee
I got a demon in me I canāt look the other way
I told that demon on my shoulder I got time today
I pull my pistol out the holster let it light the way
I told my niggas that this aināt over ātill the opps in they grave
Folks and ānem tote rockets in they denim, we canāt catch a stray
Pour it out for my brothers who aināt with us, we gon hold the wait
Pop a nigga shoe he get to dancing like its cabaret
Donāt get it confused, locked and loaded, and itās on display
My demonās on the loose and itās a demon that I canāt betray