Testo Demons - NoCap feat. OMB Peezy
Testo della canzone Demons (NoCap feat. OMB Peezy), tratta dall'album Beats & Bars
(Vicasso on another one)
(SephGotTheWaves)
Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anemic
Sleepin' in the hood, but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em
Yeah, yeah, ah
New Givenchy (yeah, hah)
Coupe came in red, but I promise it's not Rucci Renni
Lil' Joe, rod man, but tomorrow I'm goin' to see the dentist
Want smoke until we beat your block until it look like Emmett (yeah)
Glass house the new ride, my haters gotta see me in it (yeah)
Nigga probably still'll drop a dime with a handful of pennies (yeah)
Popped shawty on a boat, but I promise it's a different endin'
Who would've knew that dyin' was so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard to survive?
Who would've knew that dyin' is so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard alive? (Ay)
I do drugs, even in my interviews
I been broken, but they don't see my inner views
Broke inside, so I came outside with racks on me
My plug ain't say he was in a trap, so why he rat on me?
Ain't losin' weight, but I walk 'round with this bag on me
Ain't doin' no ceilings, but I still
Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anaemic
Sleepin' in the hood, but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em (oh)
Who would've knew that dyin' was so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard to survive?
Who would've knew that dyin' is so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard alive? (Look)
Dyin' seem easy, ain't got a place to sleep (place to sleep)
Ran out of luck, but never felt like it was chasin' me (chasin' me)
Late nights prayin', knees achin', I can't wait to see a blessin' (wait to see)
But we up, them niggas hate to see it (uh)
Why they wanna hate on me? (Uh)
Pull up drop-top, don't even know the weather (it might rain)
Even if she the hottest in the hood
I still won't sweat her (ain't fuck with Jane)
You left me hangin' in the rain, but it's whatever (but it's whatever)
They threw dirt on my name
And you gave 'em the shovel (gave 'em the shovel)
Look, ay, livin' harder than it seems, and dyin' easier than it look (look)
All of these bitches want a ring (ring)
And most of 'em don't know how to cook (cook)
They ain't wanna see me make it, now I'm up, I got 'em shook (shook)
They won't believe the shit I been through, fuck a movie, this a book
Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anemic
Sleepin' in the hood, but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em
Yeah, yeah, ah
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Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Joseph Boyden, Victor Todd
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