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• Artiste: T-Shyne
• Titre: Fighting Demons
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Yeah Got my nigga too fly in this motherfucker with me You know what I'm sayin'? (Blanco) Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah) Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go) Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah [?], he'll sing, hah Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah) For no reason Yeah, these niggas mini-mes My career on fire, like the bottom of a chimney My crib came with amenities, stars in the ceiling And my first girl broke my heart, and I swear to God, I'm still healin' My wrist cost a ten, a ki', and it's below zero I broke up out the cage and made millions like a hero I grew up in the trenches, my grandpa was sippin' Tito I count up all my racks, I want two hundred thou' on Cee-Lo, uh-huh Couldn't afford a jacket, now all my shit a peacoat I was stackin' all my C-Notes, now my [?] raw kilo I can bring out all my cars and watch the kids just go play bingo I'm a gangsta to the core, but I can't tell like I'm Nino, oh, no-no Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah) Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go) Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah [?], he'll sing, hah Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah) For no reason Never made the honor roll, but it's plenty drugs that I done sold They sent my brother down the road, and that's same day my heart turned cold Started gettin' that real money, I think when I turned twenty years old Rainbow on my wrist, that's why they treat me like a pot of gold My crib came with amenities, I ain't worried 'bout my enemies 'Cause they can't come, and if they do, I got a chopstick ready to get it done, yeah Two number one's in the same year, I feel like [Obi-Wan?] Shawty tryna give me pussy, she feel like she owe me some After I count this money up, you know I'm headed back home Used to say I'd be a star and niggas used to get they laugh on Now they hit me up like, "Damn, I swear you killed your last song" Every day, I pray to God, He helped me get my cash on The route I had to take, it wasn't scenic Countin' dirty money outside the cleaners Screamin', "Free my niggas," 'til they free 'em Everybody here singin' Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah) Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go) Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah [?], he'll sing, hah Everyone of these bitches tryin to fling me Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah) For no reason (Blanco)