Lyrics Fightin Demons - Sofay

(It look like you lost another 1)
(We ain't Playin' fair)

I just stepped in With the Balenci's On
I just sparked up the exotic I'm in my own zone
And I been fighting demons Tryna leave these perkys alone
Breaking my heart talked to my brother
On dat jail phone They be like you popping it
Oh you a rap star?
I just sold some emm emm But ain no trap star
I need something fast Something like a nascar
I done came up short a couple times But I'm going far

It's way too many hoes on me I had to sneak up out the back
Fuck niggas can't get close to me
If a nigga run up then his ass get wack
I don't know that lil boi so he finna get tax
Bought me a Glock Von came with a Mac
All these bitches tripping need to relax
I fuck that lil bitch ain doubling back
These niggas b bitches I know they ain't with it
I fuck with mechanics My niggas b drilling
U saving these bitches but act like a villain
These niggas ain popped shit We really be drilling
Pop me a perc and I'm loving that feeling
Yo bitch on my dick tryna Give me a hickey
I told that lil bitch ain getting no hickies
I just want me a Glock With a beam and a 50

I just stepped in With the Balenci's On
I just sparked up the exotic I'm in my own zone
And I been fighting demons Tryna leave these perkys alone
Breaking my heart talked to my brother
On dat jail phone They be like you popping it
Oh you a rap star?
I just sold some emm emm But ain no trap star
I need something fast Something like a nascar
I done came up short a couple times But I'm going far

100 racks around my neck Baguettes
Everywhere I go Young nigga get respect
These niggas in da field They ain't took off yet
Ain met a nigga out dressed me yet
I be in da spot all day on da scale
Only fuck with the family Know these niggas gone tell
Gotta watch for 12 can't go back to jail
Ima God child I'ma give these niggas hell
At da spot all day we gone swing da gate
I b showing so much love But niggas still hate
Locked up when my child was born Tat it on my face
I be posted with lil taye Yea bitch da Grate

I just stepped in With the Balenci's On
I just sparked up the exotic I'm in my own zone
And I been fighting demons Tryna leave these perkys alone
Breaking my heart talked to my brother
On dat jail phone They be like you popping it
Oh you a rap star?
I just sold some emm emm But ain no trap star
I need something fast Something like a nascar
I done came up short a couple times But I'm going far
(I done came up short a couple times,But I'm going far)
(Okay let's go)