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My demons they hating won't you put it to rest Stomping my demons like they disrespected the set I ain't stunting none of the bs cause I know I'm up next I just had to come out the T-shirt it's gone rip if I flex I had to stop for a minute and think about music like why do I do it The money ain't coming in why still pursue it Another setback and I might freaking lose it Can't keep thinking badly like what if I blew it The type if I see there's a shot ima shoot it The type if my girl jump I join her like Lucas Some of y'all looking at me like I'm foolish But I am not clueless My demons hating I line em up Line em up line em up in a row I got lucky I married a centerfold Switch it up watch the flow go in intervals Stack my bread I ain't talking bout dinner rolls SOAK everyday man we finna blow Keep it a hundred or ten toes Locked me up in a room and I didn't fold Changed up for the better though Y'all got fake green like oregano Little brother finna make a cameo One day we gone get the Grammy though We gone get the Grammy word to my granny Never taken what the lord give for granted Keep it on me just in case I gotta blast it Every bump along the way he done planned it My demons they hating won't you put it to rest Stomping my demons like they disrespected the set I ain't stunting none of the bs cause I know I'm up next I just had to come out the T-shirt it's gone rip if I flex My demons they hating won't you put it to rest Stomping my demons like they disrespected the set I ain't stunting none of the bs cause I know I'm up next I just had to come out the T-shirt it's gone rip if I flex