Demons (Game Over)

I get to this money You niggas be hating You niggas is fake Uh yea My diamonds they Cuban So Now yo bitch Hit me like She wanna link Woah yeah My wrist stay wet Like a sink That brown water Fight the demons I think Yeah I gotta go get To the bank Smoking all this cookie Now a nigga Can't think Yeah I get to this money A nigga be restless Spent a couple k On the necklace My lil bitty bitch From the city She reckless She sucking me up Watching Netflix And the opps steady flexing They think that it's working We know that They pockets Be hurting Gang pulling up And we swerving Yo bitch tryna fuck But I'm curving Man my flow so cold Ain't no stopping me Tax a nigga Like it was monopoly If he think He gon run On my property Bitch I mob depp A young prodigy Keep yo clothes on Cause you topping me I remember They Wouldn't acknowledge Now they feel like They owe me apologies And of course its still Haters Dick Riding me But them niggas Still hate Cause I'm nexted up Instead of watching me Get yo checks up Bitches shoot they shot But I'm vest up Can't let a bitch Get me stressed up Just a young nigga Tryna flex Up Niggas politicking Niggas fed up Tryna wonder how I keep my bread up Standing 10 toes Keep my head up Cause my heart cold Deep freezer My diamonds real It broke the meter Ain't tryna kick It like adidas I'm Feelin bold Like an eagle I'm Tryna be on rolling stone A nigga flexin Like the Beatles I fear no man See no evil Cause it ain't hard To relate When niggas really Wanna be you So now I Stay too myself Because these niggas Think we equal I get to this money You niggas be hating You niggas is fake Uh yea My diamonds they Cuban So Now yo bitch Hit me like She wanna link Woah yeah My wrist stay wet Like a sink That brown water Fight the demons I think Yeah I gotta go get To the bank Smoking all this cookie Now a nigga Can't think Yeah