| Mmm, mmm, the demons, they comin' after me |
| Oh, they have found me |
| Please don’t attack me |
| They comin' after me |
| All these demons, they comin' after me |
| I swear these streets don’t know the half of me |
| Remember bitches used to pass on me |
| Now the foreign bitches, they tackle me, bad bitches, they saddle me |
| I was strugglin' financially |
| When trappin', always had my pad on me |
| Them cracker men, they love to hassle me |
| They locked me down, they took my family, man, that shit made a man of me |
| Griffin gone and I just can’t believe |
| My nigga left without sayin' goodbye to me |
| I’ma ride for OG Mook 'cause he’ll ride for me |
| I’m with the Mob, nigga, they know what’s up with me, boy, we come through, |
| we choppin' trees |
| My jit told me just keep it G |
| But man, he told me cold, let’s make him rest in peace |
| I’m so fucked up, my nigga, I don’t know what to think |
| But I know that, put a life, better not blink, heart so cold, let’s need a mink |
| These niggas don’t know my pain, nigga don’t know my struggle |
| Gutta Gang, we from the gutter, came out, well, that shit was bustin' |
| The water, can’t take no bath, bitches, they used to laugh |
| Now the same bitches, I passed, ain’t from the block, don’t understand |
| Me and Doe thuggin' in them trenches, bitch, oh, I got hit for pistol |
| Lil' Tony, that was my brother, he told on me like a sucker |
| Them memories turned into pain, pain turned into anger |
| For anger, they say it’s danger, wet him up just like a hanger |
| 'Cause all that fame, it don’t mean nothin' to me |
| They locked me down they took my family |
| My daughter called, she wrote behind of me |
| She said, «Daddy, you come home with me» |
| I said, «Daddy can’t come home right now» |
| She said, «Well, Daddy, I’ma stick around» |
| That shit done hurt, that shit done broke me down |
| That shit done hurt, that shit done broke me down |
| All these demons, they comin' after me |
| I swear these streets don’t know the half of me |
| Remember bitches used to pass on me |
| Now the foreign bitches, they tackle me, bad bitches, they saddle me |
| I was strugglin' financially |
| When trappin', always had my pad on me |
| Them cracker men, they love to hassle me |
| They locked me down, they took my family, man, that shit made a man of me |
| I swear that shit done made a man of me |
| I got these diamonds, they ain’t Maybelline |
| My grandma told me, «Boy, you best believe |
| That you done best think out your energy» |
| How I’ma look Mason in the eyes |
| And explain how his mama died? |
| Look to the sky and I ask, «Oh, why? |
| Why you take Dunk ahead of time?» |
| When Griffin died, I almost lost my mind |
| Then Mook done died, I went and grabbed my iron |
| Didn’t give a fuck when I was gon' do time |
| But it’s the Mayor, boy, I did my time |
| All these demons, they comin' after me |
| I swear these streets don’t know the half of me |
| Remember bitches used to pass on me |
| Now the foreign bitches, they tackle me, bad bitches, they saddle me |
| I was strugglin' financially |
| When trappin', always had my pad on me |
| Them cracker men, they love to hassle me |
| They locked me down, they took my family, man, that shit made a man of me |