Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
Pull up to your block and I might spin around
Run up on that boy he'll make that glizzy sound
Run up on that boy he'll leave you in the ground
Me and TG in the bando smoking out the pound
I be in the H and I be selling down
Junkie took a toke and fell right to the ground
Fetty it be purple but my pockets brown
Jumped right off the porch couldn't play lazy
They say 00 you going crazy
Fell in love with guns without a safety
Pull up and I'm shooting like I'm KD
I know why these bitch ass niggas hate me
Cause his main bitch wanna taste me
Someone tell these niggas come and shake me
Pull up on these niggas screaming
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Ain't got a kleenex but I'll wipe your nose hoe
Don't think my fans know how pain feels
I've been in and out the trenches through the cane field
It's like I gotta pop a Perc to let the pain heal
Ain't with the Migos but I'm off sets
I'm drinking syrup but we ain't even cough yet
I'm in the field playing D you know I see the play action
I send a blitz I know you running you can stop all the capping
I feel like Randy with a little bit of Michael Vick
Cause I was mossing with my dogs while I was writing this
Nah we ain't know nice dogs but we still hit a lick
Nah we ain't no roofer but we will still lay a brick
Remember chases from the feds
Yeah we always got away
Pop a Perc' to heal the pain
Yeah I gotta fly away
Chasing all this money just looking for the better days
Gotta get this money I ain't tryna stay up in this place
Nah
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Diizzy & 00 - Real Pain Lyrics
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Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
Pull up to your block and I might spin around
Run up on that boy he'll make that glizzy sound
Run up on that boy he'll leave you in the ground
Me and TG in the bando smoking out the pound
I be in the H and I be selling down
Junkie took a toke and fell right to the ground
Fetty it be purple but my pockets brown
Jumped right off the porch couldn't play lazy
They say 00 you going crazy
Fell in love with guns without a safety
Pull up and I'm shooting like I'm KD
I know why these bitch ass niggas hate me
Cause his main bitch wanna taste me
Someone tell these niggas come and shake me
Pull up on these niggas screaming
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Ain't got a kleenex but I'll wipe your nose hoe
Don't think my fans know how pain feels
I've been in and out the trenches through the cane field
It's like I gotta pop a Perc to let the pain heal
Ain't with the Migos but I'm off sets
I'm drinking syrup but we ain't even cough yet
I'm in the field playing D you know I see the play action
I send a blitz I know you running you can stop all the capping
I feel like Randy with a little bit of Michael Vick
Cause I was mossing with my dogs while I was writing this
Nah we ain't know nice dogs but we still hit a lick
Nah we ain't no roofer but we will still lay a brick
Remember chases from the feds
Yeah we always got away
Pop a Perc' to heal the pain
Yeah I gotta fly away
Chasing all this money just looking for the better days
Gotta get this money I ain't tryna stay up in this place
Nah
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
Pull up to your block and I might spin around
Run up on that boy he'll make that glizzy sound
Run up on that boy he'll leave you in the ground
Me and TG in the bando smoking out the pound
I be in the H and I be selling down
Junkie took a toke and fell right to the ground
Fetty it be purple but my pockets brown
Jumped right off the porch couldn't play lazy
They say 00 you going crazy
Fell in love with guns without a safety
Pull up and I'm shooting like I'm KD
I know why these bitch ass niggas hate me
Cause his main bitch wanna taste me
Someone tell these niggas come and shake me
Pull up on these niggas screaming
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Ain't got a kleenex but I'll wipe your nose hoe
Don't think my fans know how pain feels
I've been in and out the trenches through the cane field
It's like I gotta pop a Perc to let the pain heal
Ain't with the Migos but I'm off sets
I'm drinking syrup but we ain't even cough yet
I'm in the field playing D you know I see the play action
I send a blitz I know you running you can stop all the capping
I feel like Randy with a little bit of Michael Vick
Cause I was mossing with my dogs while I was writing this
Nah we ain't know nice dogs but we still hit a lick
Nah we ain't no roofer but we will still lay a brick
Remember chases from the feds
Yeah we always got away
Pop a Perc' to heal the pain
Yeah I gotta fly away
Chasing all this money just looking for the better days
Gotta get this money I ain't tryna stay up in this place
Nah
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
F*ck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna lay you down
You gon lose your life you tryna f*ck around
Writer: Diizzy & 00, Diizzy Music
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid