Demons & Spirits Lyrics

Armed and dangerous what they label me I step shit go to sleep

Even though I fuck up all the time I feel you who I need

Blood on my hands Blood on the grass but look it's still green

Tryna smile through all the pain The shit they did it cut me deep

You ain't tryna make a nigga bleed I'm on the hunt for blood

In the streets I'm showing interest in how come it's showing love

Cause I just got another drop Another grave soon to be dug

I'm on that time, hop out an glrdd Make ya pick ya patna up

You can see it on my eyes Souls in the air this from, the other side

Nigga copped out, turned to a slime Pushed his patna ' up in that fye

Drop me off, I walk the rest Watch how a nigga shine

With two four fives I take my time Clear the whole mag, that's channel 9

Swapping poles with them flags Talkin' bout rank I'm max-prestige

Cause on the drill I barely miss Can hit some shit from 50 feet

Mind on drilling shit I double back See movin' on the street

A valid drop is what I need I done laid on one for a week

Or the pussy ain't bout poppin' out but trolling like it's that

Nigga said he was gon' get at me But ended up a pack

Nigga said keep it in the streets But ended up a rat

Bucket hat that shit, they speak about be cap

He ain't never hopped out clap and see a nigga fall

Face first, kickin' up dirt, fall for anything

He ain't standin' on that shit, nor put in work

I know love a get me killed I had to kill my feelings first

A bitch I loved, fucked with the opps I had to play like it ain't hurt

Demons and spirits, souls in the air I act like I don't hear em

Same nigga, standin' in the mirror I can't see a difference

Pockets thicker, call it za But it's yo patna in this Swisher

Get a rush, fleeing the scene I got a feelin' that I zipped em

Fuck a broad statement Me spend broad day, push up with Drake

They playin' mind games Nigga troll, I pay no mind to shit they say

Turn shit to hunger games What district niggas at? I'm on the way

Hear that glrdd tryna get low Bullet grazed across the face

Feen for blood, I like the taste Another opp, I'm finna chase

Pour codeine to cleanse my soul Move like a snake, and end up faced

Fucked up, thought stuck in my head retaliate, niggas gon' pay

Fucked up, thought stuck in my head retaliate , niggas gon' pay

I'm like, fuck it, let it, his mama love em Sixty ball and glizzy button

Draco fresh from out the box But this bitch hotter than a oven

But still in use, you go against the grain And feel a seven.sixty-two, this what I do

You see him white a flag, then bitch, he do it too

I throw the oop Niggas get caught up, put in a blender

Nigga ain't tryna kill a soul Get that gun from out the window

If he live, he would've told That right, I told Youngin to zip em

Y'all be quiet, I hear a soul Hotbox, a opp roll up the window