CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Out The Hood (Demons)
(JTK)
Demons all around me, everywhere I go I'm good
Yeah a n***a chilling don't you get misunderstood
Only 18 years old, made it out the hood
I done did some sh*t that they ain't never think I could
Stay up off that corner don't go hanging with them cobras
On my block they cutthroat, yo day ones will f**k you over
For the love of money all yo friends will turn to vultures
I got pain in me, medication in my soda
Wonder why I'm always high, I feel depression when I'm sober
For all the sh*t I been through, put baguettes up in my choker
'Member we was lurking, take light steps as I get closer
No, I can't be a sellout cause that's dangerous for my culture
I'm getting money but still hurting, that's why I'm bipolar
I never gave up on my team, put 'em on my shoulders
Got PTSD from that battlefield, I'm a soldier
Remember we was going through it and them nights got colder
Demons all around me, everywhere I go I'm good
Yeah a n***a chilling don't you get misunderstood
Only 18 years old, made it out the hood
I done did some sh*t that they ain't never think I could
We wasn't schooling, we was block boys
We was into Glock toys
Won't nobody really throwing knuckles, it was shot noise
Grew up had a hard life, now my chain is hard ice
Lost a couple homies to this sh*t we ain't depart right
Double all the car, right, foreign whip my car tight
I just stay, ain't bother, I ain't really with the starlight
Better off, I'm lowkey, gotta keep it toasty
Shells for anybody if they think they could approach me
Getting money, OT, thuggin like I'm posed to be
I remember 2015 they said ain't no hope for me
Now I'm stacking blue cheese, do it anti-socially
Steady smoking sour, it just put me where I'm posed to be
I just wanna be a superstar, get right to the top
I remember when they locked me up, and put me in that box
Can't hoe jugging, I was steady running getting to that guap
Demons all around me, everywhere I go I'm good
Yeah a n***a chilling don't you get misunderstood
Only 18 years old, made it out the hood
I done did some sh*t that they ain't never think I could
Stay up off that corner don't go hanging with them cobras
On my block they cutthroat, yo day ones will f**k you over
For the love of money all yo friends will turn to vultures
I got pain in me, medication in my soda
Wonder why I'm always high, I feel depression when I'm sober
For all the sh*t I been through, put baguettes up in my choker
'Member we was lurking, take light steps as I get closer
No, I can't be a sellout cause that's dangerous for my culture
I'm getting money but still hurting, that's why I'm bipolar
I never gave up on my team, put 'em on my shoulders
Got PTSD from that battlefield, I'm a soldier
Remember we was going through it and them nights got colder
Demons all around me, everywhere I go I'm good
Yeah a n***a chilling don't you get misunderstood
Only 18 years old, made it out the hood
I done did some sh*t that they ain't never think I could
We wasn't schooling, we was block boys
We was into Glock toys
Won't nobody really throwing knuckles, it was shot noise
Grew up had a hard life, now my chain is hard ice
Lost a couple homies to this sh*t we ain't depart right
Double all the car, right, foreign whip my car tight
I just stay, ain't bother, I ain't really with the starlight
Better off, I'm lowkey, gotta keep it toasty
Shells for anybody if they think they could approach me
Getting money, OT, thuggin like I'm posed to be
I remember 2015 they said ain't no hope for me
Now I'm stacking blue cheese, do it anti-socially
Steady smoking sour, it just put me where I'm posed to be
I just wanna be a superstar, get right to the top
I remember when they locked me up, and put me in that box
Can't hoe jugging, I was steady running getting to that guap
