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Demi McCoy
Demi McCoy
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Varsity
It’s Demi Day
I thought I told em back then that I was over it
Ears peeled back to competition like a doberman
It’s sobering to see how they change
Money get rearranged
And when I say I’m in my bag know it’s never a phase
Out here playing the game
With some better laced sneakers
Loud mouth on the speakers
Said I made it off the bleachers
Full court press on these ****
Plus I got a spoonful finesse for these snitches
Tryna catch me slippin’ as the pour out from the trenches
I come at em with syringes
I need blood for my addiction
They goin’ say I’m different
They goin think the girl is trippin
Trust me I ain't bothered by the folks who can’t get with it
I go out and I get it
Makin’ moves like i’m a lonely boy
Patty cake and baking better grooves like it’s my only joy
These **** Almond Joy manufactured edible arrangements
Coconut inferior no need for the debasement (agh)
Thought I was complacent ‘til they seen me going places
Now I'm all up in they faces catch me running they be racin’
See em chasin' what they see
Never knowing what they need
Can’t receive a thing from me
If you don’t realize who you be
Until you hear a **** that preach
Holy ghost up in my teeth
I ain’t gotta give a speech
But do it every single week
I put that rhyme back in rapping ****
Time back in happening ****
Hit you with these bars
And we goin see who out here laughing ****
God
God
I thought I told em back then that I was over it
Ears peeled back to competition like a doberman
It’s sobering to see how they change
Money get rearranged
And when I say I’m in my bag know it’s never a phase
Written by: Demi McCoy
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