Fighting Demons

Yeah I gotta problem Some shit can't let go I don't know what closure is Paid in full More money more problems Diamonds sculpt the tears No kids or nothin' Side bitches in college used to claim they pregnant The cup full of that purple used to have my kidneys screaming Texas Love come with a costs these days It maxed two of my credit cards Stress comes in all types of shapes My bitch so fine I swear to God Can't take these things for granted Let mе go get this established If thеy say that life's a bitch Then send her over with no panties Lord, I gotta problem Taking things too far Especially out of town Type to show my ass And then speak proper when them feds around Can't contradict yourself Uh huh The streets will kiss and tell Uh huh The Za is what you smell Uh huh I hate the number twelve Fuck 'em Everywhere I go got problems Everywhere I go Most the time it's self inflicted But I can't fall out with the bros When I ain't have no summer job I used to shoplift out the sto' Call up Karma and Medusa dawg I'm tryna fuck 'em both baby I gotta problem Took the harder way That was for no reason Therapy my teacher Voices in my head I'm fighting demons Head hard as a brick Go grab a stick Then clean your fingerprints Burn your clothes Because the powder how they try to trace your shit And leave your phone at home dawg I bet you sell your soul For that lil Hemi and some Goyard Can't keep up with the payments So they repo to the tow yard Don't blame your stressors on God Addiction in my family genes And traumas all we know shawty God damn man Can't contradict yourself Uh huh The streets will kiss and tell Uh huh The Za is what you smell Uh huh I hate the number twelve Fuck 'em Everywhere I go got problems Everywhere I go Most the time it's self inflicted But I can't fall out with the bros When I ain't have no summer job I used to shoplift out the sto' Call up Karma and Medusa dawg I'm tryna fuck 'em both baby