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Working every day, I'm on the course like yeah yeah Hustling the day, I want the porch like yeah yeah Working on the score, I got them points like yeah yeah Hit em in the face with a quote like yeah yeah Working every day, I'm on the course like yeah yeah Hustling the day, I want the porch like yeah yeah Working on the score, I got them points like yeah yeah Hit em in the face with a quote like yeah yeah Man I been killing this shit, Demy got given a gift Never forgiving, I wanna be living and giving the haters the shits This shouldn't take long when I bomb like napalm They wrong when they stay calm When war come got my face on Wanna gaze on, got my cape on But I take those little fake hoes Got an ego in her Virgo No migos And my path was offset But I sped past like a corvette With fresh rhymes, I stay blessed And they run when I got next I got em, it's goddily spilling out of me Spit foreign when vivid visions about to be See dozen devils coming, claim camaraderie Gotta be something so funny when I'm spitting this symphony Don't ever dare, you're creeping but you're scared Itching to leave you dead Gats gripped and at your head Demy has lived in worse Spitting life in his words Before you judge the worst, at least listen first Working every day, I'm on the course like yeah yeah Hustle in the day, I want the porch like yeah yeah Working on the score, I got them points like yeah yeah Hit em in the face with a quote like yeah yeah Working every day, I'm on the course like yeah yeah Hustle in the day, I want the porch like yeah yeah Working on the score, I got them points like yeah yeah Hit em in the face with a quote like yeah yeah Give me a beat and l'll rap Poet flowing upwards in fact Forging full clips on my pad Know it going onwards intact Was on a mission since I'm a kitten To make you listen With my provisions, you Owen Wilson When I start spitting (wow) Did he do that Spit it smooth, with a flow like that Feel a groove and I come right back with a tongue like that Make a black go matte Tell a tit, no tat Like a techno fap on a Fresno lap and I get no slack When I'm penny pinching and my pesos lack. Catch you grinning and my hand go smack. You get it nigga the sun has risen, no comet, Be getting Bigger no one who cometh, can comment, Not pulling trigger no gun is given, for torment, That mean demys the bomb threat, highest held if were honest. You gotta give it his world is vivid, and maybe more. He spitting lyrics so tightly knitted, he may just score. With that precision that boy is gifted, and maybe goat. No chin hair needed he got em seated, they can't ignore.