D3mons (Prod. By Dame Grease)

I swear I can feel them [bad word] with me,

 I swear I can feel them [bad word] with me,

 Every night I feel them [bad word] with me

 Hit me with …

 I wake up screaming in my sleep every [bad word] night

 Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody cloths from my nose

 Yeah, nothing nice

 Father I killed a man, but I had to do it

 Only thing is he is me, how the [bad word] you couldn’t get me through it?

 My skin is bluish, voices in my head, saying don’t be stupid

 All you have is in that bag, you better use it

 Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it

 Only one I trust now is myself these [bad word] do this

 Gun in my pillow cause all I feel is a paranoia

 Hoes in my want for more the nights said I was fin to forward

 The devil’s here, but I’m still awake

 Did I broke the mirror, could I seen his face?

 Even my [bad word] corrupted, I [bad word] the [bad word] till it’s bloody

 Took it down and then she sucked it,

 Told me that she love it, [bad word] 

 Everything is black, I think I am deceased,

 I am a ghost without the bed sheets, ex speak

 If a beast swag got big, so big

 [bad word] it, if I gotta live it, then y’all gonna see it

 Eat it, [bad word] it, live it, it’s in my blood

 That’s why I get down like what, dirt to the mud

 You [bad word] up, then your [bad word] was sweet, you shouldn’t speak

 You spit the heat, on the back of his head,

 Make him spit teeth

 He was one on his beef, I don’t wanna have to be the one

 To tell you the [bad word] deeper, man

 I swear I can feel them [bad word] with me,

 Every night I feel them [bad word] with me

 Please god tell these demons stop [bad word] with me

 Every god [bad word] night I feel them [bad word] with me

 Please god

 Just…still the same, ain’t right, if a [bad word] still can’t feel the pain

 But still kill the game, still keep real and aim

 I get down one way, we keep it that one way

 Or take it to gunplay

 And a [bad word] know if we gonna walk this dog

 If we ain’t going, talk it all

 Make a [bad word] have to talk with the fog

 That’s the only language we know,

 Then you go, pow, pow, partner, you go

 And I hate that I can see snakes…they don’t even try to hide

 It’s like they be tryina get near me

 Most of y’all don’t get me, it’s like I’m talking to myself

 The [bad word] so dumb, got me feeling like I’m talking for my health

 They like I’m talking for the wealth, cause ain’t no money in the truth

 So I’ll leave this [bad word] for real, y’all make it up in the booth

 Till a [bad word] loose his tooth, over some [bad word] he didn’t plan on

 One prepared for, really couldn’t stand on

 Turn the cam on, higher speed and it’s hands up and watch

 Are we back up with that heat to get his tan on

 Now that’s for [bad word] with me,

 And that’s for my dog, this because where you going you not gonn need that arm

 The streets is talking, oho, there they go

 Thirsty for that blood

 Do you know how it feels, to be so mad to a kill

 Or be so trapped…

 And whenever you close your eyes, everything inside you dies

 And all the hides, crimes and lies come alive, [bad word] 
 I swear I can feel them [bad word] with me,

 Every night I feel them [bad word] with me

 Please god tell these demons stop [bad word] with me

 Every god [bad word] night I feel them [bad word] with me

 Hit me with the…