Zae Buckz - Fighting Demons Lyrics

Heard he said he want my chain
Good luck
Wish a nigga would
I'll fuck his hood up
Ain't never squashing shit
I got em put up
Spend a day wit me
You could write a book up
Bodies go for the high
Around tax season
I don't really move alot
But the pack leaving
If she want something
She act decent
Mad about bitch
That's a bad reason
Damn that's tough
I'm Frontline
Still callin niggas bluff
Got em scared
But he screaming
That he tough
Use this 30
Because the 10 ain't enough
Treat the stoshie
Like a track hawk
Ain't even get the window down
And he a track star
Police get behind us
This a Nascar
Tried to sneak diss
That was his last bar

Still fighting demons
I be tripping
But I swear I don't mean it
Phene got 5
I told them beat it
Old head told me I'm truth
And I believe it

Still fighting demons
I be tripping
But I swear I don't mean it
Phene got 5
I told them beat it
Old head told me I'm truth
And I believe it

Turning niggas into hashtags
Tried to sneak diss
We got the last laugh
Put his ass in a trash bag
Ever since them shells hit em
It been all bad
The money turned to me to a monster
I got bad bitches on my roster
Now the Mac and Cheese come wit lobster
She let me dig all in her guts
Like a doctor
I'm really in this shit
Fuck a rap
Quizz took 8
Nigga fuck a rat
Getting sick of jail food
Keep on making wraps
But I tell em dat he straight
Once he make it back

Still fighting demons
I be tripping
But I swear I don't mean it
Phene got 5
I told them beat it
Old head told me I'm truth
And I believe it

Still fighting demons
I be tripping
But I swear I don't mean it
Phene got 5
I told them beat it
Old head told me I'm truth
And I believe it