Bag of Demons

Lyrics

[Verse 1] In these streets, they is bustin', murder killin' constructin' Plans to make a motherfuckin' bag of nothin' to somethin' On my block drugs is pumpin', you snitch in ditches they dumpin' Open like 7-Eleven, two four seven is jumpin' Right around my way, get murdered, get robbed, get raped Scene of the crime where you see the yellow tape Irreversible damage to the poison of black fate So how can you love when you know nothing but hate? Walking on these streets with these demons You don't want beef like a vegan I don't know what you believe in But open up your eyes, what you seein'? Devils and demons, they always be schemin' They claim to be woke but so many is dreamin' All these false prophets with hands in yo pockets Paranoid, pray to the Lord, you can stop it Third eye open, I'm the last to see Maybe it's because I spit blasphemy Wicket World Wide a catastrophe When you die and go to Hell, you can ask for me 'Cause I've been there, yeah, I got friends there You can smell the smoke when the fire's lit in the air We like hell yeah, lick a shot in the air Grew up not givin' a fuck 'cause life is never fair Government cheese welfare no healthcare Detroit Lions and Tigers go for self there You the predator or the prey to me I'm everything Detroit, so be afraid of me [Verse 2] Fuck the police, when I said it, I meant that The money I made off dope, I spent that Let's get one thing straight This Garden of Eden is full of snakes Money be the evil root And the Apple iPhone's the forbidden fruit Skywalkin' on water like Luke But I spit the wicked shit like the Detroit duke Tell the Devil I rebuke Remote control fuck with me, I put your ass on mute Afraid of the dark, but I'm no spook I was in a black coupe when I swooped up your boo Tellin' me I'm so lovely This bitch on my dick 'cause I'm so ugly And everybody she know like, fuck me So I guess that's why she fucked me She thought I was cute like a puppy 'Til I cut her with my knife like Chucky She the one that got away, she lucky I hate her, she love me Be careful on these streets Or a skantless nigga you might meet Or a dirty-ass thot you can hardly see She slips something off up in your drink Now you sleep You reap what you sow and what you sow you reap Niggas talk rich, but talk is cheap Put a drum in your pocket 'cause you just got beat [Outro] They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em You got drugs, if you sell 'em They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em You got drugs, if you sell 'em They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em You got drugs, if you sell 'em