Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Michael North
Songwriter
Lyrics
Woke up he seeing a ghost
Bitches be doing the most
That boy he toast
Step in my shoes
All he see is the graveyard
Missing some screws
And I'll give you a clue
Playing my card
And I'm going so hard
Devil in my eyes
But I pray to the sky
I am a demon
My chain gleaming
Fucking your bitch and she drinking my semen
He is fucked up and he knows it
Glock in my lap while he run up he know ima blow it
Call me a devil
They ain't on my level
Call me a rebel
They know that I'm special
Welcome to my head
Looking for clues like I'm Fred
Got 100 bands in the shed
Stacking my bread
Fuck what he said
Wanted to fight and he ran
Built like Peter Pan
Fuck all shit I ain't got no filter
Smoking on ganja
Why can't we find ya
Scope on my AR you know ima pop ya
He is no gangster
That bitch is a cancer
He is just mad that his bitch is a dancer
Want all the money
I don't want the fame
Smoking that gas and it go to my brain
Death in my eyes
War in my mind
Bitch I can't sleep
Cause I know it's my time
All These bitches be talking that shit
She slid in my dm
So fuck out my face
Taking them Ls while my chain like a lake
Your girl she a bitch and a fake
Snake
Woke up he seeing a ghost
Bitches be doing the most
That boy he toast
Step in my shoes
All he see is the graveyard
Missing some screws
And I'll give you a clue
Playing my card
And I'm going so hard
Devil in my eyes
But I pray to the sky
I am a demon
My chain gleaming
Fucking your bitch and she drinking my semen
He is fucked up and he knows it
Glock in my lap while he run up he know ima blow it
Call me a devil
They ain't on my level
Call me a rebel
They know that I'm special
Written by: David Michael North
