Without the sound of guns
Exposing me to my demons
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
I'm standing up, i'ma face my demons
Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high
Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my
Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind
They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed
Days go on and your still in my mind
Bitches be on my mind
You can search but you'll never find
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons
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