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Demons
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Deante' Hitchcock
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Devil on my left shoulder, angels sit on my right When as I write my rights and wrongs Praying that one day when this life come to an end That all my sins wash away and I start fresh I can look God in the eyes when I tell Him I tried my best and I mean it Just like the phoenix, I rose from out of the cement But the genius still a slave, even in the Garden of Eden They hired the apples and peaches and preach that lime is the sweetest Now which one is you eating? Hmm Started on the West side Two weeks old in the Southwest zone Came home with the devil on my left side God on my right It was hard seeing light in the dark But I did, so impressed my Mind didn't break under all this weight, mm Put it on my faith, after all this struggle, would've been that great Well, nigga, I'm thankful, why? It could've been worse, shawty Could've been locked up Really could've been in that dirt, shawty I done been in a Maybach, but I could've easily been in that hearse 'Stead of spitting this verse on my debut album So I give a f*ck what you think that it's worth Always had a sense that I'd be the shit even as a jit and ain't shit changed Way back, back when Kwaze and Auntie Claudine was staying off of Biscayne Way back when all I wanted to focus on was making sure I passed sixth grade While the dope man was right next door Running the brick house, word to Rick James At any given time, I could've switched lanes Young niggas on the road to riches, never shown forgiveness I was carrying around so much weight that that shit had my shoulder twitchin' Swear to God, not the cocaine, but man, at thirteen was seein' things not even Jehovah witnessed Dawg, but through it all, still stuck together like codefendants Some niggas ain't have no defenses from the outside and I feel for 'em Some niggas I grew up with caught a shot, died, so I live for 'em Some niggas I'd die for, don't get it twisted, though, 'cause I'd kill for 'em How we started out from the bottom, made it to the top, my nigga, and we still going Praise God, hallelujah, kama sutra, spread love But I'm kinda used to not getting love back But who's to say if I would've got it sooner I would've dreamed like Martin Luther? I had to walk on my own path I had to get off my own ass Came a long way from them car raps 'Bout a year ago, this shit was all bad, but I made it Bro, what the f*ck, bro? Come on, bro, you gon' change my shit, bro Come on, don't do that, bro Man, shut the f*ck up, nigga Ain't nobody tryna hear all that extra-deep shit no ways Goddamn, man, put my shit on, bruh That nigga was spitting bars
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