Big Medusa - Demons (feat. Smiley)

Ayy, most of you niggas you need to subtract
Pushing the label but they all on my back
We up to chain
Run out of check, go get me a bag
Let me get that bag right there
No competition, you niggas is wack
What? No competition
I carry them demons, they all in my bac
I carry them demons, they all in my bac
You down on your ass, go get you a sack
I' stunt you niggas, you looking so mad
Them dirty ass habits, you need to subtract
No bread , when I say funnel cake
You can all bring a friend, accommodate
That's just smoke blunts in a NASCAR
Do you know what that mean? They rotate
I'm eating, I'm full, more on my plate
The demons at the door, they never wait
Shaking me down like an earthquake
The shipman coming from outer space
I'm down on my ass, I need to phone home
While I'm on the way, write another song
With a bull-red and a blunt of strong
And my girl laid out with the good thong on
Get in the mood, playing love songs
Then the plot twists, then some go wrong
The demons done got me caught up
It's another side bitch being brought up
My dick turned off and I swear it can't start up
This a bad scene, but it's past green
I've been grown since 18, been mainstream
You pussy niggas rep the same thing
I got my own mind, don't waste time
It's past time, now you pussy niggas dying
Pushing the label, they all on my back
Run out of check, go get me a bag
No competition, you niggas is wack
I carry them demons, they all in my bac
I carry them demons, they all in my bac
You down on your ass, go get you a sack
I'm stunt you niggas, you looking so mad
Them dirty ass habits, you need to subtract
Who can I trust, everybody seem fake
These niggas, they envy me, quit with the hate
I got off my ass and got me a sack
Them demons be riding me, they on my back
Smiley spit dope, cook crack, fuck a X from the past
I can never look back, yeah I took a cup of L
But a nigga bounce back, them dirty ass habits
You need to subtract, you gone overdose, stop sipping on ać
My homies some wolves, they coming to pack
When I say I'm ready, yeah they gonna attack
When I step in the booth, I'm inmy zone
You can't get my attention, so don't call my phone
Ain't no cap in my rap, I don't wear a hat
These rappers all under me just like a mat
Niggas send shots on Facebook
I'm with your bitch, she just got her face took
Smiley kill beats, make songs with no hook
No pen or pad, I'm like fuck a notebooks
Spit flow stupid, I got them so shuck
That shit's fabricated, ain't telling no lies
Most niggas ain't real, they act in disguise
When they get exposed
I won't be surprised
I won't be surprised

Written by:
Devontay Richardson

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