That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
I demand a refund and my raps make you stunned because you crap
I demand to be acknowledged,
She leave her hair in the sink
I just don't understand, even as we demand
Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank
President like "i demand that, and i demand this!"
And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches
I demand respect boy or girl ill force there head right so its twisting
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
I can feel your heart beating fast
Looking like the demand
And stood up again, never been the one to bend to another's demand.
And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast
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