Demons

When I'm gone, don't look up to me Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please Tell em, don't get too close to me Nina an allergic to bullshit F*ck niggas makin' sneeze From the bottom of the 30 I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean I turned death to an option, plus pick a beam Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green High speed on the cops I be switching lanes You a real one or a rat pick a team Bro might catch an opp from a distance, but I like to taking for the whole just like a ring These niggas some pussy like two and a half man Half of them playing Charlie Sheen Sip a drink with my lil' bitch from the O.T She took my cop cause she hate when I'm sippin' lean Oh, I'm pussy cause I'm quiet Give me four niggas watch me do a matchup like David Blaine From the state that got bodies Seven six twos had a nigga walkin' like a zombie He got murder for hire Put his homie in the dirt till the niggas come find me Man, I'm singin' like a choir Play it up, lil' nigga, shoulda had better armor Don't pray to me, nigga, pray to your momma Cold in December, these guns make me feel like a sauna No hakuna matata, they say more money always cause more problems But tell the niggas I ain't bother Nina stay by me, she gon' solve em Shittin' on niggas like a toilet Shootin' for the top, hopin' that we all win Got a yellow bone that I call twin and cop her a bag Watch how she gon' grin When I'm gone, don't look up to me Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please Tell em, don't get too close to me Nina an allergic to bullshit F*ck niggas makin' sneeze From the bottom of the 30 I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean I turned death to an option, plus pick a beam Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green When I'm gone, don't look up to me Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please Come, don't get too close to me Need an allergic to bullshit F*ck niggas makin' sneeze From the bottom of the 30 I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean I turned death to an octopus, peek-a-bee Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green