Lyrics
He got demons and he can’t even see em
They takin a hold of his soul his body his feelings He lookin in the mirror prayin for a way to beat them
Hopin one day his karma don’t come back to meet him
He praying that his soul don’t feel the hole burning in his chest
Finger on the trigger Ka pow
he lookin for blessings
He hurtin and he know it
he don’t give 2 fuccs and it’s showin
Broke pockets don’t talk
Broke niggas keep walkin
You couldn’t match me with a book
If you were on fire
You still too much
He filled to the brim with anger and it’s spillin over
Hyped dreams big things
Pipe dreams no rings
He shootin flakes in a flurry
Cookin up Steph but he ain’t Curry
Her waist thick and it’s curvy
She a boss he don’t even know it
She callin the shots while she blowin
Style
rapr&bmale vocals
Credits
Prompt byLunarInput647
GeneratedMar 26, 2026
ModelAria v5
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