Demons In The Dark

I got demons in the dark And they're comin' to the light I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop I can't get through the night no more 'cause We make it hot, we gon' turn up the temperature Got a lil' bitch, and she forgin' the signature Had to sit down, and I read me some literature He tryna cross me, you know I'ma finish him I grab that chopper and shoot it efficiently Niggas ain't eatin', they got a deficiency Preachin' on songs, I'ma need me a ministry I'm out in London enjoyin' the scenery Scammin' the bank, I engage in embezzlement How you gon' swipe when the man say she negligent? Blew a whole 30, I'm flashy, not frivolous Geekin' on shrooms, but I can still get ignorant Bitch on top of me lookin' like Lola She kinda crazy, I think she bipolar Hundred shots in the car left the shit totaled A million in ice when you add up the total 50 in a hundred round drum Custom-made military guns Shawty tryna come and have fun Hit ATMs and extract funds Real snipers, we gon' get it done Traffic marijuana by the ton Remember we was scrapin' up crumbs Brought the whole team from the slums Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, black on black They all got shooters in them Glock 9s, Glock 19s, guess what? They all got hollows in them I got demons in the dark And they're comin' to the light I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop I can't get through the night no more 'cause Yeah, born in the 90s, I'm ballin' like Mike These shrimp-ass niggas ain't fuckin' with I (Glizzock) Left wrist hittin' and it's hittin' like Ike I'm straight off the block and got rich off the mic Shoutout to Kush 'cause he got rich off the white All these sticks like I'm finna go hikin' Bad bitch tryin' to give me face, Skype Got a heater on my waist and my wrist is ice Yeah, I got it out the mud (let's go) Got a double cup full of mud (yeah) Somehow I fell in love with drugs (drugs) My chains just got out the tub (yeah) Can't be no ho and hold a grudge (no) Pinky ring lookin' like a light bulb Ay, fuck these niggas, Uncle Ruckus Ain't showin' these niggas no love Ain't showin' these niggas no mercy (mercy) Ain't buyin' these bitches no purses (No purses) Don't ask what I'm doin', I'm workin' (work) When I die, they gon' hang up my jersey (yeah) Goddamn, baby, who is your surgeon? (Huh?) She gon' go back after I murk it (let's go) Got killers and bad bitches, lurkin' That broke shit, I am allergic to it (yeah, yeah) I got demons in the dark, yeah And they're comin' to the light I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop I can't get through the night no more 'cause