Demons

The demons in my ear, they tellin' me to take his soul

If he dissin' on my gang, I'll up this Glock and let it blow

I don't like nobody else, I'm tryna just go stack my cho

50 in my pants with a F I might up and blow

Call my shooters up, they gon' kick a door

I be posted up outside, catch me at that corner store

They can't never catch me lackin, I just dropped the low

If we catch you on the street, I ain't gon' say no more

I'm about my bag, you know that we on your ass

Five'five", 60s hit that grass, we heard you die, yeah, boy, we glad