Kam Robinson & Blake Breeze - In Demand Lyrics

Choppa be kickin'
The flows they be hittin'
Niggas don't know I'm a villain
That's why we still chillin'
I'm high in the kitchen
Bitch I been high for a minute
I swear I'm too faded
My mind gettin' hazy
But I will not smoke out ya lady
She can't be my baby (nope)
I'm stuck in the matrix
I'm tryna find out that we made it
I put my faith in the pen not an idol
Cause I'm tryna make all them niggas my rivals
It's all bout survival
This world can get crazy this world can get tribal so please hold ya bible
I feel like Malcolm should X out my title
I'm staring out windows
I'm holding a rifle
Ion give a damn bout yo cipher
You niggas weak as f*ck you ain't pull an all nighter
You might got the juice
But I want the sauce
Bad girl on me and she tryna wipe me off
She see I'm the boss
I'm not Rick Ross
I'm from Atlanta, I'm ducking them cameras, I don't like them on me
Please get em off
Aye
Niggas be soft they sorbet
You not the homie and you not the bro
No you just a nuisance get out of the way
Choppa be kickin'
The flows they be hittin'
Niggas don't know I'm a villain
That's why we still chillin'
I'm high in the kitchen
Bitch I been high for a minute
I swear I'm too faded
My mind gettin' hazy
But I will not smoke out ya lady
She can't be my baby (nope)
I'm stuck in the matrix
I'm tryna find out that we made it
Man these niggas ain't really who they say they is
And it's real nigga all in my ingredient
See I gotta get my people off that dog food
They in a bad place that I hate to see em in
What is in a lav place and I had a sad face
It was a bad day guess I had bad case of the blues
Making green tryna see different hues
Gotta move to France with my boo
Like baby girl I can make ya dreams come true
F*ck up next nigga my time due
Man I need a check
And when I come collect
Ima give the shit back like multiply it by two
I gotta move different a can't do a pension
I'm a real nigga who shifting dimensions
Might pay you a visit if I make the time
My taste is exquisite I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
This world gone be mine
You outta line
That is a fine
Please Check the Rhime
Like Tribe
You niggas can't say I ain't try
Zaxby's Order
See I'm in demand
Lil bitch I'm the man
And you still a fan
You flex for the gram and
I flex with these plans
Don't flex when I can but I flex when I should
Ha! Nah I'm just playin'
But shit isn't good
They gathering hands
Tryna pray to the man hey!