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Sad Dreams that Aren’t Scary

By Demon CashPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Bodies in the fucking trunk

I don’t give a fuck

about a motherfucker

Calling cops//

I just want the drugs

I just want the guns

I just want a bullet

In a fucking opp //

I just want that purple

In my fucking blunt

I just want that pussy popping

When I pop a fucking seal //

Keep it fucking real

Here’s the fucking deal

You give me your wallet

You won’t get killed //

Blood won’t get spilled

Make no heads spin

Bodies in the trunk

Make you one of them //

Christmas fucking time

Pray you don’t get dead

I might pull up in my slay

Shoot you in the head //

Send a fucking hex

Curse you for a year

Pray that you don’t cross me

Or you’ll end up dead //

Deal them fucking drugs

Heroin and meth

Black tar in my stomach

Crystal in my head //

Crystal in my girlfriend

Acid in my body

She don’t do no Molly

DMT inside her //

I just pop a Molly

Feeling fucking awesome

I just pop a perky

Feeling fucking gorgeous //

Xanny in my slurpy

Syrup in my sip cup

Jolly ranchers and the sprite

All up in my system //

Ridining down the highway

Feeling sorta nervous

Got a glock in my pocket

With the bullets //

Silencer upon it

Imma slam the hammer

On a hater

If I’m being honest //

Ballin in the projects

Had to back a prospect

Cocaine in Miami

Selling it like Pablo //

S/O to the plug

I might rob his ass

I might call the FBI

I might snitch on him //

Only if they pay me

Do it for the fetti

Did it for the family

Invest that in bitcoin //

Nigga raised up in the gutter

Had to get the fucking guns

had to get the butter

Hustle all the time //

Had to get the UZI

and the AK shooting burst

Land you in a Hearst

Have you pushing daisies up//

Jewelry fucking glossy

Yola in my pockets

Whipping in the trap house

Cripping in the projects //

Cripping for the coppers

Yeah we throwing gang signs

Yeah we throw a flash bang

Switchblade at your forehead //

Gunshot to your forehead

Take you to the forest

Dig a shallow grave

Imma put you fucking in it //

Nah this ain’t a gimmick

Higher than the limit

Fucking with my money

And I’ll put a bullet in yah //

Sinner foreal

I am the devil sent from heaven

Lucifer in dreams

I reside with Baal and his demons //

No I ain’t evil

But evil is live backwards

So sometimes I’m fiending for real

I guarantee it

Got the mask and the glock

Imma ride for my soldiers

Imma die for the set

Selling drugs for the OG //

I get depressed off the Perky

I feel anxious and worthless

I might pop a molly

That shit help me focus //

Sometimes I hear demons

When the heroin peaking

And I got a fresh line up

And yo girl with me tweaking //

Yeah we pray to the Devil

He’s the reason we fiending

I might sacrifice a baby

when she give birth this evening //

Oujii possessed me

I’m in the bank with no gun

I had to pull out the knife

Nah it wasn’t that fun //

I had to put down the guard

Before he start sending rounds

I took a human shield

And he hit her instead //

I ducked and I covered

I got shot in the back

I caught his ass slipping

And I stabbed him to death //

We want Obama

Please someone save us

I hate the police

Cus all of them racist //

They busting my niggas

for selling the weight

They don’t like my style

They don’t like my skin //

You might get locked up

You might get the book

25 to life

It’s that deal that they’ll give//

I run in the mayor office

And let off a shot

I tell em wassup

Then I pop that opp //

I pop that Uzi

And a AK

44 magnum

All of them spray //

Light up your spot quick

Ruin your day

Run in your spot

Playing Russian roulette //

Run in your spot

With a sword and a mask

Steal everything

I can grab with my hands //

Gimme yo diamonds

Gimme yo gold

Gimme your wallet

Or I’ll cut off your hands //

I’ll cut off your head

If you play with my bands

You’ll get shot up

by a gang of my men //

I don’t give a fuck

I’m smoking that meth

I free base that crack

Tattoos on my neck //

Pimp a fucking bitch if I want

Get the money for the fuck

Try not to get busted

By the fucking cops

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