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Ayy, turn up ayy, turn up
Sippin' lean wit' a tech yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy uh, ayy, yeah, yeah

Ayy, I'm a gravedigger
(Woo) , rob my plug right in his face, nigga
Eight figures, harder than a bass trigger
Play different
Diamonds like a mountain with a lake in it
(Okay)
Niggas' steady penny chase pimpin', boy
I got it out the mud so out
The mud that's why the face different (Okay)
Bitch, I pour the eight inside the
Two, that's how I'm built
I'm a loser out of guilt
Hol' up, pussy taste like pop, pop, pop
Coca Cola
He want pressure I'm like, stop stop stop
You don't know me homie
Okay, yeah, I'm riding in
My Benz, I'm swerving
Had to pull up on purpose
And my purpose worthless
Who can merge this hurt and
Know one things for certain, pop
A pill I get worser, pop a pill I get worser
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof

Run it back shit this so smooth
Rappers talk shit that they don't do
I talk bout shit that I go through
I feel that shit in my soul too
That shit I kick it like Goku
Chill with your bitch on the Roku
She get 'bout wet as a whole pool
Hit then she whip me up soul food (O oh)
I'm on they head, I'm on they head
I hit an arm, I hit a leg
I need the bread, I needa check
Coming for me, come up correct
I go collect, pay me respect
I just might put your ass in debt
I just don't f*ck wit' all that talking
Weigh out the options, we gon' be popping
Man, I just wanna be free
Don'' tell me what I ain't gon be
Close your eyes like you ain't gon'
See my shine man we
Really on the up this time lowkey
I don't give a f*ck if y'all don't see
I don't give a f*ck what
Yall don't see, yeah, g

Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
(Okay, okay, okay)
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English

Ayy, turn up ayy, turn up
Sippin' lean wit' a tech yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy uh, ayy, yeah, yeah

Ayy, I'm a gravedigger
(Woo) , rob my plug right in his face, nigga
Eight figures, harder than a bass trigger
Play different
Diamonds like a mountain with a lake in it
(Okay)
Niggas' steady penny chase pimpin', boy
I got it out the mud so out
The mud that's why the face different (Okay)
Bitch, I pour the eight inside the
Two, that's how I'm built
I'm a loser out of guilt
Hol' up, pussy taste like pop, pop, pop
Coca Cola
He want pressure I'm like, stop stop stop
You don't know me homie
Okay, yeah, I'm riding in
My Benz, I'm swerving
Had to pull up on purpose
And my purpose worthless
Who can merge this hurt and
Know one things for certain, pop
A pill I get worser, pop a pill I get worser
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof

Run it back shit this so smooth
Rappers talk shit that they don't do
I talk bout shit that I go through
I feel that shit in my soul too
That shit I kick it like Goku
Chill with your bitch on the Roku
She get 'bout wet as a whole pool
Hit then she whip me up soul food (O oh)
I'm on they head, I'm on they head
I hit an arm, I hit a leg
I need the bread, I needa check
Coming for me, come up correct
I go collect, pay me respect
I just might put your ass in debt
I just don't f*ck wit' all that talking
Weigh out the options, we gon' be popping
Man, I just wanna be free
Don'' tell me what I ain't gon be
Close your eyes like you ain't gon'
See my shine man we
Really on the up this time lowkey
I don't give a f*ck if y'all don't see
I don't give a f*ck what
Yall don't see, yeah, g

Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause
It's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
(Okay, okay, okay)
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Writer: UNKNOWN WRITER, JARREN BENTON, MICHAEL JONES
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