Fighting Demons Lyrics

Heard he said he want my chain

Good luck

Wish a nigga would

I'll fuck his hood up

Ain't never squashing shit

I got em put up

Spend a day wit me

You could write a book up

Bodies go for the high

Around tax season

I don't really move alot

But the pack leaving

If she want something

She act decent

Mad about bitch

That's a bad reason

Damn that's tough

I'm Frontline

Still callin niggas bluff

Got em scared

But he screaming

That he tough

Use this 30

Because the 10 ain't enough

Treat the stoshie

Like a track hawk

Ain't even get the window down

And he a track star

Police get behind us

This a Nascar

Tried to sneak diss

That was his last bar

Still fighting demons

I be tripping

But I swear I don't mean it

Phene got 5

I told them beat it

Old head told me I'm truth

And I believe it

Still fighting demons

I be tripping

But I swear I don't mean it

Phene got 5

I told them beat it

Old head told me I'm truth

And I believe it

Turning niggas into hashtags

Tried to sneak diss

We got the last laugh

Put his ass in a trash bag

Ever since them shells hit em

It been all bad

The money turned to me to a monster

I got bad bitches on my roster

Now the Mac and Cheese come wit lobster

She let me dig all in her guts

Like a doctor

I'm really in this shit

Fuck a rap

Quizz took 8

Nigga fuck a rat

Getting sick of jail food

Keep on making wraps

But I tell em dat he straight

Once he make it back

Still fighting demons

I be tripping

But I swear I don't mean it

Phene got 5

I told them beat it

Old head told me I'm truth

And I believe it

Still fighting demons

I be tripping

But I swear I don't mean it

Phene got 5

I told them beat it

Old head told me I'm truth

And I believe it