Demon

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Demon

Dave East · Karma 4 · 2025 · 2:16

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I don't diss the dead or speak on niggas that can't speak it back My demons strapped, way too deep for that Watch how they sleep with that Keep a pack chill, where they re-back Since it was beef or trap Break a pile like a piece of shots at that price I told you, keep it that Diamonds on album from my Cuban, like my piece, Kerr I know they're fam, they came to cop It's separate, charge 'em each for that No unity, let's queen like T-ferrat Watch, they're too asleep for that, defiance Kush LA kill, off I bring it back My team get that; that road blasting Louis dress code, the fashion I'm the illest nigga in it, just depend on who you askin' On my bag coming, the Gucci dragon Johnny Nunez flashin' She got honey off the hook collasin' Uber through Manhattan, cross the bridge We ain't shootin' section It ain't too relaxing Play with straps and scrappy dues Was makin' moves for scooby snacks, no comparison Who can match the facts? My DNA it's mixed with yet Watch them like, and times we had shit down Felt like a stocking cap I'm happy sippin' Do lunch at Blue Ribbon Sure got Prada tags I'm Bumpy Johnson Just got back to Harlem Fresh out outta trash, on point Like a stocking pass, broke down rocks on glass Travel light, the cops be watchin' tags Won't knock 'em out my bag Cut that foot, was stacked Stretch it 'til you might see a new per-tek Play your life, don't do shit you regret Fuck about who's impressed House arrest Left the couch a mess Oh mama, I confess I'm the best at what I do All these restrictions got me stressed I play chess, not no checkers In balance, inside they stretch, the citizens zap Said someone got clapped; bro tryna text 'em He ain't respondin', play on his page Readin' his comments He was Muslim, so they held the janaza See him in China, plot from Ghana He only understand it by the karma Residue, we clink with carna They told me seek it, you should find it I don't diss the dead or speak on niggas that can't speak it back My demons strapped, way too deep for that Drop where you sleep in at Keep a pack chill, where they re-back Since it was beef or trap Break a pile like a piece of shots at that price I told you, keep it that Diamonds on album from my Cuban, like my piece, Kerr I know they're fam, they came to cop It's separate, charge 'em each for that Know you can't get nothin' back We take it then we keep in that Claiming your demons 'til they put 'em up where Jesus at

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