Demon Time

I dun been there, I dun done tht/ When it’s demon time, u don’t want tht/ I got the squad on my shoulders thts why walk-in wit a hunch bck/ In high school wit da bud n me, quick to get a nga lunch snatched/ Get a young nga big smoked, then roll em in a runtz pack/ …. G’s up, all my YN’s T’d up/ Ride slow when I see a opp, let em have it then speed up/ Applying pressure to these bitch ngas, and I ain’t nga gon ease up/ Heard ya work jus sold out, well we catch em when he re’d up/ Ngas be posting subliminal, knowing we criminals, they already know what we finna do/ Must’ve been high, he smokin them chemicals Come to ya home we post in ya living room/ Don’t give a fuck about who on the inside nah we smokin each individual/ mom prolly hopin tht we only spital u, he should’ve watched how he spoke on a general/ Big guns, we don’t do fades/ A lot of funerals and bouquets/ Let em slide for a few days, then skated bck like Lupe/ Shell casings keep smacking ground, sound like a a whole bunch of loose change/ Ngas know tht I ride wit this fire on me, got close and I threw flames/ Gimme respect or im takin it/ When it’s beef time, we bakin it/ Fell in love wit the smoke so much, shit started to smell like a fragrance/ We lurkin ya block, we casing it/ He show his face, we flamin it/ So many Killers and demons around me, got me lookin like a satanists/ Ngas know who it is, No mask we gon show who it is/ Head shot let it open his wig/ And I heard he got coke in da crib/ jus rumors he was broke in the crib/ Get em ducked and roped in da crib/ Make grandma have a stroke in da crib/ Shooters slid, I was outta town, they jus calling to tell me what I’m hopin hear/ Get em smoked wit a cig, while he smokin a cig/ He was layin down, I stood over his bed/ Eyes wide like he was still alive, I thought damn he was posed to be dead/ Sure enough he a dead mean/ Put em in the dirt, he the sand man/ I been in the field wit boots on the ground, blow his block down, where them fans at/