Halos

Verse 1:
Keep it in my bag
If they see's it then they seize it
I just know how they react
Give an inch they take like half
I keep it under my rag
And then call Mama back
Delete devilish apps
Instagram to my Snapchat
And I ain't calling y'all leaches
But y'all been balling since bleachers
And my lust hollering "keep up"
For sure live is a beach, but
You're just a grain of sand
Holla at my fam
Sick with the waves
Sending gamma to the Lamb (Woo)

Chorus:
Demons, why you on my halo?
My halo, my halo, my halo, my halo, my halo
Angels, get em off my halo
My halo, my halo, my halo, my halo, my halo
What the lose? What the sauce? What the cost like?
In the blood, up above, I got love, like
Outta sight
Homie got eternal life
So devils better think twice
I'm the new version of nice

Verse 2:
Stepping with caution, power like Austin
Keeping it Groovie aye, I
Pray in the A.M, buzz in my D.M
Girl I don't wanna play
I just, wanna make a bop
I just, wanna pay a bill
I just, wanna make a stack
And feed, my family meals
I'm Hank Hill to these Bobbys, but Logic is still embodied
I'm gassed up by the omni, no trix, my wrist don't copy, no
Glint in my eye
I'm Obito in the El Camino
Doing drive-bys
No shots, only holy free throws
Master Chief Keefin, my demons
From last weekend
The missiles seeking, heating leaking
But I ain't tweaking
Maneuver drawling, and seek my calling
Even alone like the Culkin
My home stays the oven
The Son, keeps humbling and rumbling
(Like the dualshock)
(Vroom vroom) memory card
(With no Game Shark)
(Who-de-whoo) Outkasts rapping outside the
(H-Mart)
Finna get Christ in the Casa Blanca on
(Bogart)

Bridge:
And I've been part, of the landmark
Gassing y'all up, on my go kart
Talking Christ girl, talking God fam
With the confidence, call it kosher ham
In the providence, catch ya boy on reconnaissance, on the low
Jedi striking back to his continent
Andele, let us pray
Our burns turn to creme-brulee
Holy Ghost, make a toast
Finna go, hol' up yo

Chorus:
Demons, why you on my halo?
My halo, my halo, my halo, my halo, my halo
Angels, get em off my halo
My halo, my halo, my halo, my halo, my halo
What the lose? What the sauce? What the cost like?
In the blood, up above, I got love, like
Outta sight
Homie got eternal life
So devils better think twice
I'm the new version of nice
(Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice)

Closer:
Demons got no hiding space, no
Demons got no hiding place, some
One would like to run that race and
Take that pain off you

Depression is wack, our hatred is wack
All of this wack and how do we react?
We're just lost in our brain
And lost in the same
And my eyes are flooded but he got our back, cause

Demons got no hiding space, no
Demons got no hiding place, some
One would like to run that race and
Take that pain off you