Demons
Teacher said I wouldn't make it said that I would fail
My bro just came home put the crib up and he made the bail
We from the slums n we babies of poverty
Get that mansion in the hills you hit the lottery
Cuz where I'm from a lot of n they ion' make it out
Get you a townhouse now that's something for you to be proud about
Chains on my neck I shot a block up for this s
But they gonna frown upon it they ain't never live this s
Yea and who gonna put them Bentleys in my hood
Just to show the youngins you can do it yea you could
And ion' even like to flex cuz I ain't come for that
Been grinding chasing paper just to give the city back
We ain't have no heroes we was starving on our a
So when we got our hands on choppers we just made em' blast
Through all the sinning we be doing it just make us laugh
See this the outcome when you growing up without a dad
Babies grow up reckless, kids grow up demons
Its either dead or jail and you ion' want ya moms screaming
So you plotting wit that glizzy waiting on a reason
Before yo brother went to jail he told you shoot and mean it
We been at war n, not only with the other block but wit the system
You ain't listen grandma used to give you wisdom
Now you sitting in that casket the next victim
N play both sides scared to make a enemy
And I watched my own homie start to envy me
Can't even leave town wit my brother he got felonies
He still slaving in the stu just wit these melodies
I got n facing life, and my girl just wanna fight
And I just ran all outta sprite, and the plug gone till the night
N throw dirt on my name bc they hating outta spite
Now we looking down on when every time we take a flight
Pray these girls don't grow up h cuz they future looking bright
Gotta keep feeding my dawgs or they gonna turn on me and bite
I be in a jam go belencigas or the off white
F the h that played me back I still be thinking that I might
We was watching paid in full no we weren't watching money mike
Cops catch us at that corner now they pointing wit the light
We ain't go nowhere to run so we gonna stand know its a fight
I just pray to god these crackers don't take one of my n life
Babies grow up reckless, kids grow up demons
Its either dead or jail and you ion' want ya moms screaming
So you plotting wit that glizzy waiting on a reason
Before yo brother went to jail he told you shoot and mean it
We been at war n, not only with the other block but wit the system
You ain't listen grandma used to give you wisdom
Now you sitting in that casket the next victim
My bro just came home put the crib up and he made the bail
We from the slums n we babies of poverty
Get that mansion in the hills you hit the lottery
Cuz where I'm from a lot of n they ion' make it out
Get you a townhouse now that's something for you to be proud about
Chains on my neck I shot a block up for this s
But they gonna frown upon it they ain't never live this s
Yea and who gonna put them Bentleys in my hood
Just to show the youngins you can do it yea you could
And ion' even like to flex cuz I ain't come for that
Been grinding chasing paper just to give the city back
We ain't have no heroes we was starving on our a
So when we got our hands on choppers we just made em' blast
Through all the sinning we be doing it just make us laugh
See this the outcome when you growing up without a dad
Babies grow up reckless, kids grow up demons
Its either dead or jail and you ion' want ya moms screaming
So you plotting wit that glizzy waiting on a reason
Before yo brother went to jail he told you shoot and mean it
We been at war n, not only with the other block but wit the system
You ain't listen grandma used to give you wisdom
Now you sitting in that casket the next victim
N play both sides scared to make a enemy
And I watched my own homie start to envy me
Can't even leave town wit my brother he got felonies
He still slaving in the stu just wit these melodies
I got n facing life, and my girl just wanna fight
And I just ran all outta sprite, and the plug gone till the night
N throw dirt on my name bc they hating outta spite
Now we looking down on when every time we take a flight
Pray these girls don't grow up h cuz they future looking bright
Gotta keep feeding my dawgs or they gonna turn on me and bite
I be in a jam go belencigas or the off white
F the h that played me back I still be thinking that I might
We was watching paid in full no we weren't watching money mike
Cops catch us at that corner now they pointing wit the light
We ain't go nowhere to run so we gonna stand know its a fight
I just pray to god these crackers don't take one of my n life
Babies grow up reckless, kids grow up demons
Its either dead or jail and you ion' want ya moms screaming
So you plotting wit that glizzy waiting on a reason
Before yo brother went to jail he told you shoot and mean it
We been at war n, not only with the other block but wit the system
You ain't listen grandma used to give you wisdom
Now you sitting in that casket the next victim
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Writer(s): Elijah Berrymon
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