Bag of Demons

[Verse 1]
In these streets, they is bustin', murder killin' constructin'
Plans to make a motherfuckin' bag of nothin' to somethin'
On my block drugs is pumpin', you snitch in ditches they dumpin'
Open like 7-Eleven, two four seven is jumpin'
Right around my way, get murdered, get robbed, get raped
Scene of the crime where you see the yellow tape
Irreversible damage to the poison of black fate
So how can you love when you know nothing but hate?
Walking on these streets with these demons
You don't want beef like a vegan
I don't know what you believe in
But open up your eyes, what you seein'?
Devils and demons, they always be schemin'
They claim to be woke but so many is dreamin'
All these false prophets with hands in yo pockets
Paranoid, pray to the Lord, you can stop it
Third eye open, I'm the last to see
Maybe it's because I spit blasphemy
Wicket World Wide a catastrophe
When you die and go to Hell, you can ask for me
'Cause I've been there, yeah, I got friends there
You can smell the smoke when the fire's lit in the air
We like hell yeah, lick a shot in the air
Grew up not givin' a fuck 'cause life is never fair
Government cheese welfare no healthcare
Detroit Lions and Tigers go for self there
You the predator or the prey to me
I'm everything Detroit, so be afraid of me

[Verse 2]
Fuck the police, when I said it, I meant that
The money I made off dope, I spent that
Let's get one thing straight
This Garden of Eden is full of snakes
Money be the evil root
And the Apple iPhone's the forbidden fruit
Skywalkin' on water like Luke
But I spit the wicked shit like the Detroit duke
Tell the Devil I rebuke
Remote control fuck with me, I put your ass on mute
Afraid of the dark, but I'm no spook
I was in a black coupe when I swooped up your boo
Tellin' me I'm so lovely
This bitch on my dick 'cause I'm so ugly
And everybody she know like, fuck me
So I guess that's why she fucked me
She thought I was cute like a puppy
'Til I cut her with my knife like Chucky
She the one that got away, she lucky
I hate her, she love me
Be careful on these streets
Or a skantless nigga you might meet
Or a dirty-ass thot you can hardly see
She slips something off up in your drink
Now you sleep
You reap what you sow and what you sow you reap
Niggas talk rich, but talk is cheap
Put a drum in your pocket 'cause you just got beat

[Outro]
They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em
You got drugs, if you sell 'em
They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em
You got drugs, if you sell 'em
They gon' rob you, if you tell 'em
You got drugs, if you sell 'em