Fighting Demons

The Rollie, the diamond, the bezel
This life I’ve unsettled
And yeah, I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock, heavy metal
The Backwood, the paper, the 'rillo
Get you on a level
I swear, I be poppin' like kettle
I’m frontin' these devils
The Rollie, the diamond, the bezel
This life I’ve unsettled
And yeah, I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock, heavy metal
The Backwood, the paper, the 'rillo
Get you on a level
I swear, I be poppin' like kettle
I’m frontin' these devils
Pullin' up wit' them chains on, better have your torch (Have your torch)
Ayy, them lil' niggas be lackin', we gon' pull they card
Lately I’m fightin' these demons, pour me a four in the mornin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy,
ayy)
Pop me a Perc' and a Xanny just so I can get started (I need a Perc')
.223s they aim for heads, not no body parts (No)
In the kitchen, pressin', work until that shit get hard (Yeah, yeah)
Use that lil' bitch for her address, send a box there (Box there)
I’m in traffic with my stick in case you take it there (With my stick there)
Really got the chopper, so I rap about it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Really got them sticks, so I rap about it (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Really got the racks, so I rap about it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, yeah, I rap about it
The Rollie, the diamond, the bezel
This life I’ve unsettled
And yeah, I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock, heavy metal
The Backwood, the paper, the 'rillo
Get you on a level
I swear, I be poppin' like kettle
I’m frontin' these devils
The Rollie, the diamond, the bezel
This life I’ve unsettled
And yeah, I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock, heavy metal
The Backwood, the paper, the 'rillo
Get you on a level
I swear, I be poppin' like kettle
I’m frontin' these devils