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T-Shyne - Fighting Demons (feat. Young Thug) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Shyne
T-Shyne
Vocals
Young Stoner Life
Young Stoner Life
Performer
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Blanco
David Blanco
Songwriter
Jamie Drake Baker
Jamie Drake Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Blanco
David Blanco
Producer
Sinclvire
Sinclvire
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Got my **** too fly in this motherfucker with me, just got everything
You know what I'm sayin'? Bosses, yeah
It's love too, what's happenin'?
(Blanco)
Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah)
Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh
I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go)
Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah
Every fan in here, singin', hah
Every one of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a **** semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason
Yeah, these **** mini-mes
My career on fire, like the bottom of a chimney
My crib came with amenities, stars in the ceiling
And my first girl broke my heart, and I swear to God, I'm still healin'
My wrist cost a ten, a ki', and it's below zero
I broke up out the cage and made millions like a hero
I grew up in the trenches, my grandpa was sippin' Tito
I count up all my racks, I won two hundred thou' on Cee-lo, uh-huh
Couldn't afford a jacket, now all my shit a peacoat
I was stackin' all my C-Notes, now my form, my manners raw kilo
I can bring out all my cars and watch the kids just go play bingo
I'm a gangsta to the core, but I can't tell like I'm Nino, oh, no-no
Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah)
Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh
I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go)
Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah
Every fan in here, singin', hah
Every one of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a **** semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason
Never made the honor roll, but it's plenty drugs that I done sold
They sent my brother down the road and that's same day, my heart turned cold
Started gettin' that real money, I think when I turned twenty years old
Rainbow on my wrist, that's why they treat me like a pot of gold
My crib came with amenities, I ain't worried 'bout my enemies
'Cause they can't come, and if they do, I got a chopstick ready to get it done, yeah
Two number one's in the same year, I feel like Obi-Wan
Shawty tryna give me pussy, she feel like she owe me some
After I count this money up, you know I'm headed back home
Used to say, "I'll be a star," and **** used to get they laugh on
Now they hit me up like, "Damn, I swear you killed your last song"
Every day, I pray to God, He helped me get my cash on
The route I had to take, it wasn't scenic
Countin' dirty money outside the cleaners
Screamin', "Free my ****," 'til they free 'em
Everybody here singin'
Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah)
Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh
I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go)
Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah
Every fan in here, singin', hah
Every one of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a **** semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason
(Blanco)
Written by: David Blanco, Jamie Drake Baker
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