Suge Night

(CashMoneyAP)
Demons in my life
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

I got demons in my life, guns on my side
Tryna make it out alive, ayy
I can tell she been crying
I bought the bitch designer something wasn't right, ayy
I can back the truth, my hitters on the front line
I bought a watch 'cause I got tired of ducking one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
The gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we ringing it out
I bumped my head 'cause that's how bad a nigga needed a knot
Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not
The hood was like a dealership, I was leaving a lot

I asked you did you fuck my nigga? And it hurt when you lied
'Cause I wanted me and him to fuck you every time
Why the fuck I buy her liquor for?
This bitch, she keep whining
They put that pistol in my hand, you better not sit it behind me
Came up from nothing, I had a plan, I put my city behind me
I know this pain last forever but don't come and remind me
Streets been calling my phone, I don't wanna decline it
It's only two things I love, and that's money and diamonds, yeah,yeah,yeah
Let her fuck the squad, she was acting like she couldn't pick
I just bought a MAC, that shit reminded her of lipstick
I ain't Sean John, but everything you did, I did it
She'll fuck a nigga soul, but tell a nigga she was tipsy
If you with my uncle, you still know when I don't feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here
Outfits like Corvettes, I been switching up my gear, oh
And I'm like Shaquille, I bow my head and I kneel
She ride without no license, you don't have no idea, ayy
Hate up on they face, nigga, and it came with tears
But youngins fucking up the mall, prolly why I fuck with 'Quille
We might start stealing arms I'm a risk taker
Been filling up my lungs, Backwoods, Runtz, and white paper
She don't like the way it's been going, she threatened to leave
She don't get no attention if it's up to me
She shoot middle fingers, I say nguyen like I'm Vietnamese
I'll never kill Stephen, I'm higher than Mer Curry
Made a song, I got off lean, got back on it the next day
I'm hurt, you ain't asking 'bout me, you keep asking 'bout my mixtape

I got demons in my life, guns on my side
Tryna make it out alive, ayy
I can tell she been crying
I I bought the bitch designer, something wasn't right, ayy
I can back to truth, my hitters on the front line
I bought a watch 'cause I got tired of ducking one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
The gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we ringing it out
I bumped my head 'cause that's how bad a nigga needed a knot
Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not
The hood was like a dealership, I was leaving a lot

Ayy, I'm from the country, hit the interstate to go and buy some Gucci
I don't know nothing 'bout that body, tryna do me like I'm Boosie
Surprised that I'm home, I know them folks ain't wanna free me
I'm like Eric, I don't do to much a talking, it be hard for you to read me
So these Glocks ain't got no say
I watched em turn like RG3
If you play with my, it's empty, I barely let my barber timp me
Opps calling my phone, I guess it got too hard for them
We do the same thing, the same thing, you play your synonym
It mean the same thing, the same thing, like a synonym
I can feel it getting shady, chances getting slim
And ain't talking Eminem
You the one who balling so sit up on the rim
You might not feel what I'm talking
I'm just being real, I was just tryna chalk it
Now I'm tryna chalk him
I put the Percocets down, I still pray for this up here
Why the fuck you come around if you had plans to disappear?