Fight My Demons (feat. Y.S.R Blaccboii & Mattsuuii) Lyrics

Na fight I dey fight my Demons

Wanna make cash more more figures

We dey hustle me and my niggas

A gun to the head oya pull tha Trigger

Like arsene Wenger wanna ball hard like maradona

Base njawo Yankee la njawo Poland

Yeah I just wanna stack tha thing stack tha paper

Shooting my shot straight from Lakers

Everyday I'm becoming greater

Fight My Demons don turn samurai

I be the real hustler

Way to lonely no cellular

Mama told me go popular

So I just dey pray hallelujah

When I was raised in the trenches

I was matured before 18

Praying to ball in a Bentley

Balenciaga Dior Fendi

Shining brightly I'm a phantom

King in the jungle I'm a lion

Fighting tha demons in my Zion

Fight for tha glory it's a riot

Everything is just compromised

My dream has been actualized

Make e go real not fantasied

I'm a gangster with a 5 star

No smiles not a prankster

Respect I'm a master

Gat a shawty with a black ass(with a big yansh)

(Blaccboii)

Fuck the opps,i'ma blast 'em

I heard they switchin' from niggas to bitches

Pass me the .30,bitch I'm on a mission

Can't play me 'cause bitch I'm from the trenches

Play with my name,then I'm getting you touched

Can't fuck with you 'cause I know you a slut

I'm king of my city, bitch call me "mufasa"

Trolling my page now I'm closing this chapter

Can't be my equals,you niggas is snitches

Catch a fuck-boy,he said "fuck 32"

Don't like you niggas,so fuck your whole crew

Fuck with your bitch 'cause I know she a baddie

you got a father,don't call me your daddy

U cannot see us u so old when I spit you release dust

All these girls want to please us and these dudes want to be us

Suuii and Young B we veterans

The game was sick we brought medicine

One of their boys are dead again

Make peoples mom's call the Reverend

Mattsuuii I'm truly blessed not catholic but I must confess

Way 2 Guud ENT u must invest

get that weight off your chest bench press

Paved a road to success

no stopping till I'm on the peak

So high ill be out of reach

I give permission than you speak

I'm the CEO and founder of my label totally independent

Shoot your crew up in an instant

To kill them all was the intent

Repent and ask for forgiveness

New word play I will invent

To reach the top rules must be bent

achieve my goals to be content

To real hip hop I am an advocate

My words are holy Vatican

I pick up the pad and pen

They scream there goes that man again

Underdog who pulls upsets

Creating art stick to a subject

I killed his beats he got upset

judge stood and said object

You'll be addicted to what's next

You'll hear me on the air funk flex

First succeed then rest

Ask around they'll say he's the best

Create hits with each breath

I really don't need to breathe

Just wait and you will see

The top is where ima be

U timy to me you like a flea

Let's just agree to disagree

If I'm mad u should let me be

This new age shit is upsetting me

I am always trending

No one is even close to contending

New bars I stay inventing

He stole those bars he's pretending

Shouldn't you be at some convention

Maybe on for has beens

Every rhyme I write is a classic

I stopped running the ball only passing

not your business so why are you asking

Game is cold as an Alaskan

smell the BS in the game ain't no mask in

I kill every verse it is tragic

magician on the mic I spit magic

Go ahead call me Houdini

Making bread baking paninis

Hear my name from Washington state to DC

Your bars are shit u spit feces

I swear I'm a different species

I say it and they repeat me

Tell this psych ward to please release me

U cannot see us u so old when I spit I release dust

All these girls want to please us and these dudes want to be us

Suuii and Young B we veterans

The game was sick we brought medicine

One of their boys are dead again

Make peoples mom's call the Reverend