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My demons come for me when the lights go off (they do)
Hard for me to get good sleep
Sometimes I don't know what to do but get the mic, go off
This music shit be therapeutic
He just got a new gun, but he scared to use it
Teach him how to shoot it, get that boy a tutor
One day he might need it
And I'm not the one to try to understand
'Cause it might get confusin', so let's call it even
I just took a jet to see my daddy gravesite
A round trip to Cleveland and came back to Charlotte
My cougar thirty-six years old, when she ride around, she got the nina
I'm not talkin' Cash App (go)
I don't jump in no water and back out
These niggas gotta see me act out
Since a kid, a nigga been the man with the plan
I'm a cash cow, yeah
Show a nigga money, I'ma go and get the money
I ain't goin' in the house until I get it
And these niggas know a nigga hungry
They ain't seen a real nigga top the charts
In different countries in a minute, you get it?
I-N-D, she independent
You better cover up your eyes, it's double V's inside my pendant
VVs in it
Pull up in the foreign bumpin' Chris Brown, know I got a RiRi in it
But no umbrella
COVID-19 fuckin' concerts up, nigga, no Coachella
No Rolling Loud
Ain't smoked a blunt in six months
Daddy died, but I know the nigga proud
Cheat on a ho even if she ain't a ho
It ain't right, but she still hold it down (loyal)
Go ask the check, bitch, I'm loyal
I cash the check, give it straight to my lawyer
Gas up the jet, we one-way straight to Florida
And add some respect to my name, that's an order (what's that?)
My demons come for me when the lights go off
Hard for me to get good sleep
Sometimes I don't know what to do but get the mic, go off
This music shit be therapeutic
He just got a new gun, but he scared to use it
Teach him how to shoot it, get that boy a tutor
One day he might need it
And I'm not the one to try to understand
'Cause it might get confusin', so let's call it even
I just took a jet to see my daddy gravesite
A round trip to Cleveland and came back to Charlotte
My cougar thirty-six years old
When she ride around, she got the nina (go)