T.C. - Feel like Jace!

I got demons I can't face or they might take my place
N I do it on my own cause they be hatin feel like jace
N they be starin out in public so I'm clutchin waist
Takin bars if I'm in public go to outer space
You ain't in my lane get back
You can't getcho main bitch back
Money on yo head bout a rack
You put money on my head better max
She wanna hear my voice but she can't see me so my songs on repeat
Way too fake postin throwbacks like she still in fiji
My blood is love they gon be there know they got me
Pops a colonel said it's up he told me copy
Thank him for his service then salute before he rocket
Niggas in the field like davy crockett
Dodgin 12 n makin plays tyler lockette
They mistake me for the plug cause I got it
Don't you take me for no dummy cause I'm not it
I got demons I can't face or they might take my place
N I do it on my own cause they be hatin feel like jace
N they be starin out in public so I'm clutchin waist
Takin bars if I'm in public go to outer space
You ain't in my lane get back
You can't getcho main bitch back
Money on yo head bout a rack
You put money on my head better max

Written by:
Robert Collins

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