Death 2 Demon Time

Lyrics

[Intro] Mmm, montage (yeah) (Yeah, yeah) (TRAINING.) Ayo Juanny, this some swaggy shit (Practice) It's Jefe, man (Sheesh) (Ugh) (Dyme-A) (GO2) (Dyme-A) (GO…) (Dyme-A) (Sheesh) [Verse 1] Ugh Dyme-A GO 2 Ghetto Olympics, we global Demons and devils control you Lies being spread on your lies I was baptized But our black lives never mattered when police approached you Been silent but down to go postal (Been silent but down to go postal) Word up, on sour and soul food They turned BLM to a joke Burning and looting And murdered their mojo Speaking my truth and the whole truth I don't believе in the media Our phones and our TV's-'ll prеy on us They instilling the need to be devious Deceive us then crush us for being us But fuck it Who speaking up? Mob When you stepping with the God You a G or what? What the preacher gon' preach to us? (Psalms) We be at war with the law Got a heater tucked Chips in our arms Vaccine in us I'm liquored with my niggas ??? ??? World War 3 or sum …business… All they really see is sum Homi's, bodies They tryna traffic our bodies They been at war... COVID's just a carbon copy Imagine Dyme-A on an IV Isolated on a ventilator Got a feeling Pharma tryna line me Hit the morgue and find that I'm alive (sheesh) Spooky, movies Putting my blood on a loose leaf Fuck if you blood or you crip Woo or Choo, bro, they love it when you shoot heat Smoke and bust ya head, nigga Bust a nigga head, bust ya fuckin' dance (aye) I guess you fuckin' with the plan (what?) Then end up stumpish like your man Mans do it all for the M's I can tell their soul not cleansed Blessings to them Sold for the 500 Benz I don't even know my friends Brethren's and them Strive and we thrive 'til the end Tryna control my sins (ugh) Black out like I got no white kin Back out if she act too light skin Bad bitch ripped - Stimulus got frivolous niggas stuntin' like Africans Racks off … … Peddle for actors and athletes Shadow blocking me since last week They tryna stump me like Trump (what?) They tryna cap me like Kappy Godly, lively ??? Zombies And ion want no more black ops …shots from the laptop Black Queens, no bad ma's ... Had a thing for Dominican mamis Since I was in diapers Dyme-A GO 2 Devil, we finna expose you Demons washing in the blood of white Jesus That's what that adrenochrome do Ion fuck with no celebrity Ain't in need of your features and vocals Let me do me like I'm s'posed to (Let me do-) (Aye, aye, aye)