Testo Fighting Demons

Yeah
Got my nigga too fly in this motherfucker with me
You know what I'm sayin'?
(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
[?], he'll sing, hah
Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason

Yeah, these niggas 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 want 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 [?] 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
[?], he'll sing, hah
Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a nigga 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'd be a star and niggas 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 niggas," '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
[?], he'll sing, hah
Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason

(Blanco)