CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Cut These Demons Off
Sonic
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n***a to a high speed chase, it's traumatising
I remember prayin' to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these n***as off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
N***as try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
I was in the poor parts, ridin' with the blicky, blicky
I had to get my hands dirty, they got sticky, sticky
We tryna make the cornbread like it's Jiffy, Jiffy
My b*t*h got rose stones round her neck like she Nefert**i
N***asas talkin' down on me, f**k the chatter
Realest n***as in the city, they mad at us
These n***as gon' politic on me just to get their status up
And I never needed a n***a, all I needed was my accomplishments
He ain't even pop the stick, lil' n***a why you poppin' sh*t?
Ballin' like I'm Scotty Pippen, the streets, I got lock on it
Found a wave and hopped on it
Down, ain't got no top on it
It feel good when you poppin', don't it?
These n***as can't be my opponents
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n***a to a high speed chase, it's traumatising
I remember prayin' to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these n***as off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
N***as try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n***a to a high speed chase, it's traumatising
I remember prayin' to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these n***as off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
N***as try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
I was in the poor parts, ridin' with the blicky, blicky
I had to get my hands dirty, they got sticky, sticky
We tryna make the cornbread like it's Jiffy, Jiffy
My b*t*h got rose stones round her neck like she Nefert**i
N***asas talkin' down on me, f**k the chatter
Realest n***as in the city, they mad at us
These n***as gon' politic on me just to get their status up
And I never needed a n***a, all I needed was my accomplishments
He ain't even pop the stick, lil' n***a why you poppin' sh*t?
Ballin' like I'm Scotty Pippen, the streets, I got lock on it
Found a wave and hopped on it
Down, ain't got no top on it
It feel good when you poppin', don't it?
These n***as can't be my opponents
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n***a to a high speed chase, it's traumatising
I remember prayin' to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these n***as off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
N***as try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
