kick my feet up on the desk
that's balenciaga
vivienne westwood round my neck
man i feel like nana
loaded 9 up in my bag
and it's straight from prada
and my brothers never lack
yeah they move wit choppas
told them boys if i'm up then we all up
cuz they was out there when i had none
no respect to the snakes that switched up
ima flex on the fakes with the real ones
level up with the gang and we killing shit
know that our mission is
stacking these millions
**** a hero bitch i am a villain
it's demon time i do not
know what a feeling is
now i demand my respect
i say that shit wit my chest
might run the fade like it's tekken
play with me you got a death wish
you is a bitch i detect it, uh
watching me like a detective, uh
prolly tweeting from your private cuz
you know that i am not one to be messed with
they only mad when i'm flexing
cuz they already know who the best is
all them rappers who thought i was better
could never amount to the cash in my checkings
i was broke and i'll never forget it
but i knew one day i'd get it
now all of my diamonds wet
all of my diamonds baguettes
DEMON TIME