Demon In the Flesh

I know a **** caught a body and he never shot again

I know a rapper that got jumped he never spun that block again

I know a opp got he just hit last week,

He just got shot again

They ain’t check us at the front you know I got my rocket in

At the Pool Party

Mask off,

(Shooters in the vehicle)

Team rocket

Blast off,

(Sparking shit like Pikachu)

I don’t pop no pills because I know that make me dangerous

Pop star to these bitches but them boys know not to play wit us

They say the good die young

Guess ima demon in the flesh

I know Bloods from out New York,

Got **** banging in the west

**** turning smoke to fashion they got polyester vests

She just told me “i ain’t shit” I stopped responding to her texts

Big Fontane

I feel like Gucci Mane when I put on my chains

Shine like Sun,

Bitch I’m ballin out

On point like Cameron Payne

Glocks wit 30, know this mack hold 10 we back to war again

Know when money get to piling up them problems pouring in

I’m wit Twin

If he can’t get in ain’t no one gettin in

Cut my homie off I caught em puttin' needles in his skin

Just got off the phone wit bro he fighting demons in the pen

I know every prayer ain’t good for me when **** say amen

Amen

Don’t wanna smoke no mo’

Don’t wanna pour no mo’

Can’t go back to being broke no no’

Got my mind on overload

Overload,

Uh yea, overload

Uh yea, overload

Uh yea, overload

Overload

Overload

Yea overload

Yea mm mmm

They just found my bro inside a Telly said he overdose

Why the ones that leave me tend be the ones I love the most

I seen killers turn they life around and catch the Holy Ghost

**** say they love me look at them like they Pinocchio

Maraconi Tony but the hoes call me Antonio

She gon' give me pussy on the strength of my portfolio

**** talking like they really know me, they don’t know me tho

FN sings like SZA,

Choppa dance like Lil Romeo

Bougie bitch,

Used to hang wit Floyd n Lil Tunechi’s bitch

Ain’t by her a bag now she wan argue over stupid shit

We was in the trap back when all Leek played was Ludacris

Broke but we was lit, I got so tired of eating Tunafish

Yeah, new Amiris you can’t guess how much I paid for em

New Balencis you can’t guess how much I paid for em

You do dirt up in the streets you gonna pay for it

Don’t wanna smoke no mo’

Don’t wanna pour no mo’

Can’t go back to being broke no no’

Got my mind on overload

Overload,

Uh yea, overload

Uh yea, overload

Uh yea, overload

Overload

Overload

Yea overload

Yea mm mmm