Songtexte Intro - Em·D

The demon stepped out of the den
Devils around him, and he calls 'em friends
Demon bipolar, brain don't make sense
What you do with a gun, does with a pen

You need a rosary, some prayer, and
Silver bullets but you lose even then
I am the greatest thing starting with M
Nah bitch I'm the greatest, the period, the end

Sayian ascend
Laws made to bend
I got nothing, you roll up with a Benz
It's how I grew up, and I don't know better
So please understand as to what happens next
This life don't make sense
I'm on the fence
Boutta get crazy to help mom with rent
Sit on the porch with a pump, light a torch
Yeah bitch I'm ya boy get in my car again

And I was just dreamin about how I
Smile while I'm killin y'all
We don't take prisoners
Ain't making any calls
I'm a whole risk
Boy I ain't scared of any fall
All made with pain
And I don't do Tylenol

Way that I function, it's almost mechanical
Gimme respect, and I don't got no breaks at all
Hattrick a trophy, destiny all and all
Fault my respect, face gone for all of y'all
On Instagram, only time that I'll follow y'all
I'm getting mad agitated, think I'm gonna
Call up the boys and tell 'em go hide pump in the
Kidding fed boi, yeah I had em like, "oh gotcha"

Words keep on slipping I'm just gonna ahh
Talk to this bubble like I talk to god
My stupid ass hasn't slept in a week
And I do this for strangers to make em all nod

Tikiti toc
Sprint while you walk
Hope started forming, my lil sis walked
Walk down the street while I wear my reeboks
Watch out for cops only driving 3 blocks
Hippity hop
This shit don't stop
Boy please, your crew got more tools than the shop
Kinda the greatest I do this a lot
And I'm going straight up, I'm intruding the top

Said I'm going straight up I'm intruding the top
Not talking Cosby, oh tell me to stop
Your door, and shakira, and my v8 type rods
2 or 3 months, all the things Ima knock
Had 'em, I got 'em shaking in their socks
Supposed to be boots but a man you are not
I'm a machine, a machine do not stop
Except for maintenance which hoe I just got

Smirking and laughing while ducking these cops
My smoking? Your killing, now that needa stop
Only thing that I'm killing the list for the top
Hoes said I couldn't, don't think I forgot

If you could imagine, how hard I have fought
You'd give me compassion, a handshake and nods
Fuck it, I'm walking mad, I almost stomp
Marching this band through my Provo, I stomp

Write the bar over and over again
Not always a bright side but damn I'll pretend
I've heard that the child don't carry dads sins
Pops don't get to take credit for movies I'm in

This is great Em•D, take notes, put the pins
It's full on fuck you, hoe I'm here to win
Took a long break oh no, no, not again
I'm a Santiago, go off with the wind