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Raging Demon 416 - I Been Around Lyrics



Raging Demon 416 - I Been Around Lyrics




I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

And I'm like the truth
A baddy like paddy
It's up like Duce Juice
Don't make me flat daddy
I'm more stones than sticks
I'm like lebron throwing bricks,
Norse Assist or that brit Boxer Trix
Slick like this I twist like boom biddy
Drop a couple of bits and watch out for them tittes
Digital creator like yardie arts I'm your maker
I'm only moving up like a broken elevator... (wow)

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

Open the gates the horses race out the stables,
I turn to Killer Kane, and power punch all yall Ables
Have you living your whole life through the game like Fable
Same time everyday like my channel is on cable
Shit gets Bizarre like 1986,
The devil runs tricks makes you think he don't exist
Tag team with Jay Sal or with the tribe we all Locz,
Or I could turn into Kingo and send you to pop smoke
On the grind like Terk I stay fly like Aliens,
Dopest one around ain't nobody flaming em.
Got punches in bunches you can't breathe like a strangle,
Been around a long time like that mother f*cker Angles

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

Don't make me get the cheese police and call Drako,
Smack you with the Peg leg sum bitch called me fake yo
You could catch me in the ring straight C Strikin it up
Taking zeros from your record, tell Strike I said wussup
I still remember all them mother f*ckers that we lost man,
From boss man to Jo Gan to your plan it's a no man,
Yeah yeah you the best like a DJ Khaled impression,
Choco steady cheating but you won't get no confession
Out here they all quitting but i'd rather they just retire
Like Jordan on some baseball or Omar from the Wire
Be on some dumb shit like Twichswish and all them homos
Get out the ring and pick up that mic like tony romo.

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

They got excuses and runs like they got the shits
But I'm a catch em like a pokeball Bacon and grits,
Might run my music louder than Lil Saint Beats,
But if it's one thing I know Trilly don't want the beef.
Steam deck too expensive for the prowlers of pixels
Yurtle a nice guy if it was me it'd be pistols
Vince still crying about his bots still ignoring him,
I told him get to the point your ramblings are just boring them
It's all about the mix up so you know I'm going high low,
On a good day I'm ipro on a bad I'm just Gelato,
This the end for now but you know what would be whack?
If I made this whole song from the Wrongside of the Tracks.
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I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

And I'm like the truth
A baddy like paddy
It's up like Duce Juice
Don't make me flat daddy
I'm more stones than sticks
I'm like lebron throwing bricks,
Norse Assist or that brit Boxer Trix
Slick like this I twist like boom biddy
Drop a couple of bits and watch out for them tittes
Digital creator like yardie arts I'm your maker
I'm only moving up like a broken elevator... (wow)

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

Open the gates the horses race out the stables,
I turn to Killer Kane, and power punch all yall Ables
Have you living your whole life through the game like Fable
Same time everyday like my channel is on cable
Shit gets Bizarre like 1986,
The devil runs tricks makes you think he don't exist
Tag team with Jay Sal or with the tribe we all Locz,
Or I could turn into Kingo and send you to pop smoke
On the grind like Terk I stay fly like Aliens,
Dopest one around ain't nobody flaming em.
Got punches in bunches you can't breathe like a strangle,
Been around a long time like that mother f*cker Angles

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

Don't make me get the cheese police and call Drako,
Smack you with the Peg leg sum bitch called me fake yo
You could catch me in the ring straight C Strikin it up
Taking zeros from your record, tell Strike I said wussup
I still remember all them mother f*ckers that we lost man,
From boss man to Jo Gan to your plan it's a no man,
Yeah yeah you the best like a DJ Khaled impression,
Choco steady cheating but you won't get no confession
Out here they all quitting but i'd rather they just retire
Like Jordan on some baseball or Omar from the Wire
Be on some dumb shit like Twichswish and all them homos
Get out the ring and pick up that mic like tony romo.

I been around
Everytime I turn on the game
I lay em down
They always got something to blame (WEAK)

They got excuses and runs like they got the shits
But I'm a catch em like a pokeball Bacon and grits,
Might run my music louder than Lil Saint Beats,
But if it's one thing I know Trilly don't want the beef.
Steam deck too expensive for the prowlers of pixels
Yurtle a nice guy if it was me it'd be pistols
Vince still crying about his bots still ignoring him,
I told him get to the point your ramblings are just boring them
It's all about the mix up so you know I'm going high low,
On a good day I'm ipro on a bad I'm just Gelato,
This the end for now but you know what would be whack?
If I made this whole song from the Wrongside of the Tracks.
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Writer: Raging Demon
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Performed By: Raging Demon 416
Language: English
Length: 5:37
Written by: Raging Demon
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