South Side Born
Racing through the city with the devil by my side
Make another fucking hit cuz I'm boutta fucking die
South Side Born where the shoes come worn
Blowing up like a fat man guess I'll go on tour bitch
Satan in my ear telling me to sell my soul
Getting tired of his tongue man this shit is getting old
Tellin me if I'm not careful he'll turn my ass to bones
I don't wanna hear the lies man leave my ass alone
Buy another zip and I'll blow it to the sky
Getting tired of the pain I can't even fucking cry
Tellin me that you're in love that's another fucking lie
I don't even know you're name but you're hanging by my side
Bitch what?
Commit another crime
Rolling through the city like a halloween ride
Bitch die
Devil came into my life
Made me famous chains clanging
Try to turn me to a satanist
Its amazing that I'm changing glock is steady banging
All this money that I'm banking
Had to cut my scars open then I'll leave them hanging
Saying "Daemon is amazing!" but you always fucking hating
Get the fuck up off my dick
Reaper got extended clips
Killing every bit of my soul
Only thing that I know
Is I'll keep making heat till the day that imma ghost
All these bitches in my DMs like "Who TF are u hoe?"
Already learned that lesson don't ever let em close
Had to kill the old me
Left him in the ground I'm feelin lonely
Grab the piece point it at a phony
Leavin shit stains all up in your fucking chonies
Faceless like a demon
Through your backdoor I'll be creepin
Mask is fly the way I weave it sayin
"Fuck all of your peace"
See the world burn in chaos
I've been movin like a brady in the play offs
I ain't ever learned no lessons keep my heart inside my blessings
On this money I'm obsessing
Fuck a bitch ain't need no stressing
Daemon flowing like a river
Make the haters start to shiver
While I watch their lip quiver
"Oh you sorry?" I ain't a forgiver
Imma make another 20 offa album
Stuck in the middle like I'm Malcom
All these losers boutta drown em bitch
Racing through the city with the devil by my side
Make another fucking hit cuz I'm boutta fucking die
South Side Born where the shoes come worn
Blowing up like a fat man guess I'll go on tour bitch
Satan in my ear telling me to sell my soul
Getting tired of his tongue man this shit is getting old
Tellin me if I'm not careful he'll turn my ass to bones
I don't wanna hear the lies man leave my ass alone
Buy another zip and I'll blow it to the sky
Getting tired of the pain I can't even fucking cry
Tellin me that you're in love that's another fucking lie
I don't even know you're name but you're hanging by my side
Bitch what?