Please Help ME lyrics

by

PackMan (Producer)


[Intro: Demotus]
Yaaah, f*ck these n*ggas man
Muhf*cking Rad in this sh*t
All them n*ggas talking sh*t
All y'all on my di*k man, its funny
That sh*t funny man

[Verse 1: Demotus]
My n*ggas murderous, I know you heard of us
We run up in yo crib like we some burglars
I made my way, straight out the dirt and sh*t
Cause I be spitting sh*t hotter than furnaces
You in the churches with all of these earthen's
I'm looking at life tryna' find what the purpose is
I shoot a fed, while he was lurking
So I got to murk him before he start searching sh*t
I got this pack, I got my strap
The clothes on my back and that's all that i'm working with
I don't complain, I just bring pain
Count up exchanges from all of these purchases
Sniper got range, turn you to stains
Splatter your brains on to all of the surfaces
f*ck all this fame, this sh*t too difficult
I'm just gon' weigh all this weed on my digital, ooh

[Verse 2: Demotus]
Registered, I am a predator
Empty the lead into all my competitors, uhh
Sedatives treat me with etiquette
When they embed it, cause my mind is delicate, dam
Elegance that is my regiment
When I aim Texan and sever your relevance, uhh
I am a God I'm unstoppable
I keep a bad b*tch she built like Kim possible
Put in a clip, then keep it tuck
Ready to bust, f*ck who's ahead of us
Keep it equip, for my protection
Cause n*ggas is jealous and they just get jealous'er
I get a zip, roll my sh*t up
I'm high as f*ck, to where its irregular
I will not miss, gold on my wrist
So I can stunt, on all of these hecklers
Life is a b*tch, she hit me up
She wanna f*ck, but I'm not letting her
And you's a b*tch, thinking you tough
Till my sh*t bust, now you look hella hurt
This is the chronicle, smoking on chronicle
Jump over obstacles you thought impossible
I see they hating on me through my monocle
Can't f*ck with n*ggas cause they sh*t too comical, yuh

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