I pray the lord my guns to keep
Demons torture me in my sleep
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/
Without the sound of guns
You see its one of my habits
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Exposing me to my demons
My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise
Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life
Im outrunning my demons every fucking rhyme i jot
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Four out of five try to fake and get serious
Stack it up, every one of my skills, my tactics tough
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