Demons

[Intro]

Devil on my left shoulder, angels sit on my right

When as I write my rights and wrongs

Praying that one day when this life come to an end

That all my sins wash away and I start fresh

I can look God in the eyes when I tell Him I tried my best and I mean it

Just like the phoenix, I rose from out of the cement

But the genius still a slave, even in the Garden of Eden

They hired the apples and peaches and preach that lime is the sweetest

Now which one is you eating?

[Verse]

Hmm

Started on the West side

Two weeks old in the Southwest zone

Came home with the devil on my left side

God on my right

It was hard seeing light in the dark

But I did, so impressed my

Mind didn't break under all this weight, mm

Put it on my faith, after all this struggle, would've been that great

Well, nigga, I'm thankful, why?

It could've been worse, shawty

Could've been locked up

Really could've been in that dirt, shawty

I done been in a Maybach, but I could've easily been in that hearse

'Stead of spitting this verse on my debut album

So I give a fuck what you think that it's worth

Always had a sense that I'd be the shit even as a jit and ain't shit changed

Way back, back when Kwaze and Auntie Claudine was staying off of Biscayne

Way back when all I wanted to focus on was making sure I passed sixth grade

While the dope man was right next door

Running the brick house, word to Rick James

At any given time, I could've switched lanes

Young niggas on the road to riches, never shown forgiveness

I was carrying around so much weight that that shit had my shoulder twitchin'

Swear to God, not the cocaine, but man, at thirteen was seein' things not even Jehovah witnessed

Dawg, but through it all, still stuck together like codefendants

Some niggas ain't have no defenses from the outside and I feel for 'em

Some niggas I grew up with caught a shot, died, so I live for 'em

Some niggas I'd die for, don't get it twisted, though, 'cause I'd kill for 'em

How we started out from the bottom, made it to the top, my nigga, and we still going

Praise God, hallelujah, kama sutra, spread love

But I'm kinda used to not getting love back

But who's to say if I would've got it sooner

I would've dreamed like Martin Luther?

I had to walk on my own path

I had to get off my own ass

Came a long way from them car raps

'Bout a year ago, this shit was all bad, but I made it

[Outro]

Bro, what the fuck, bro?

Come on, bro, you gon' change my shit, bro

Come on, don't do that, bro

Man, shut the fuck up, nigga

Ain't nobody tryna hear all that extra-deep shit no ways

Goddamn, man, put my shit on, bruh

That nigga was spitting bars