Текст песни Demon, Pt. 2 - NHG

DON, yop
And you know that mean we Dem One's
Yeah
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Yop... yop

I done lived long enough to see myself become the villain
Then again, fuck the world
They wasn't worried 'bout how I'm feeling
'Member seeing Uncy stashing all that
(Shhh) in the ceiling
In here higher than the ceiling
You can smell it through the sealing
Only way that I been healing
I been trying to stay away from shit that I don't wanna deal with
Especially from all that pill shit
Real shit, remember throwing six back
When I ain't wanna feel shit
Then I realized I was really trying to kill shit
Kill who? The nigga I gotta live with
In my mind
But it ain't work
And now my heart colder than wintertime
Niggas that was included in plans
Said they had my back til the end
In the end, it was really knives
Telling petty lies, could've kept it all the way a stack
Muhfuckas know who they are, I don't gotta write a diss track
95% of the time I be on the mic, I don't be writing that
But in spite of that, I had to write this track
And I decided that, if you folded then you for life with that
I'ma let them racks tell it when they reach the height of Shaq
Know they won't be liking that, I did it just to spite they ass
I sit back and laugh, wood fat, so I'm lighting that
This that muhfuckin pack a punch, it got to fighting back
But knowing me, I love a challenge
I don't be minding that
And I never wished I could rewind it back
I don't got time for that
'Cause fast forward, we seeing plaques
After we grind for that

(Aye)
Real shit
See it in our future, that's a hunnid mill, quick
And soon as we get started, this shit never will quit
Let a nigga run up stupid, he ah be quick to get R.I.P'ed
Man these niggas ain't on shit
Demon, they see me, that's what they screaming
Bitch, I'm a genius, really a king
To you heathens, nigga really hating 'cause he know
His hoe necked me with no teeth, man
What that got to do with me?
Nigga, it's she you should beef with
Man my heart anemic, too many fold for no reason
And to cope, I blow exotic weed
It's fucking with my breathing
Ain't no control on my anxiety, to end it
I just breathe in