Demon
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
They ain't understand me I was out there grinding every night
My brother went against me had to tell him that that s**t ain't right
This money got me paranoid I can't even sleep at night
We know what them niggas on We ain't stopping at no lights
Can't believe my homies gone I might spin they block tonight
If they ever catch me slipping ima still put up a fight
Lost to many homies so I never let em leave my site
They keep telling me leave the city ShotOut go live ya life I can't
I still got some homies that's trynna get out can
Every since a young Og's told me I'm advanced
Was tired of being hungry stared stacking up my bands
Even tho the streets love me I won't let down all my fans
Every time I left the crib I told my momma pray for me
Crazy how they want to be down but they ain't have faith in me
Guess they hating cause I'm rapping now they want me on a tee
One day ima make it to the top I promise they goin see
Gotta watch your body in the field that shit get real out there
Nixxas ain't wit me how they say they is and I'm well aware
Gotta keep a glock and fn incase they run In here
We don't fear nothing in the city we go anywhere
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
Told my homie when he leave the crib make sure he got the sig
Rip to Beezy for bro you know that we going to stand on biz
Momma keep telling me leave the trap but I still gotta live
Nixxas will snake you when you showing love that's just how it is
That back door wide open you gotta keep it closed
Thats the reason you won't see a passenger inside this rolls Bro ain't say a word on that case he stood 10 toes
Rip to zeem they still don't know what we did with that long nose
They wonder why my tint got darker I heard they talking
I told the gang to keep on grinding cause we ain't falling
You talking like you got it we already know that you frauding
The block the only place that show me love so I'm all in
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
They ain't understand me I was out there grinding every night
My brother went against me had to tell him that that s**t ain't right
This money got me paranoid I can't even sleep at night
We know what them niggas on We ain't stopping at no lights
Can't believe my homies gone I might spin they block tonight
If they ever catch me slipping ima still put up a fight
Lost to many homies so I never let em leave my site
They keep telling me leave the city ShotOut go live ya life I can't
I still got some homies that's trynna get out can
Every since a young Og's told me I'm advanced
Was tired of being hungry stared stacking up my bands
Even tho the streets love me I won't let down all my fans
Every time I left the crib I told my momma pray for me
Crazy how they want to be down but they ain't have faith in me
Guess they hating cause I'm rapping now they want me on a tee
One day ima make it to the top I promise they goin see
Gotta watch your body in the field that shit get real out there
Nixxas ain't wit me how they say they is and I'm well aware
Gotta keep a glock and fn incase they run In here
We don't fear nothing in the city we go anywhere
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
Told my homie when he leave the crib make sure he got the sig
Rip to Beezy for bro you know that we going to stand on biz
Momma keep telling me leave the trap but I still gotta live
Nixxas will snake you when you showing love that's just how it is
That back door wide open you gotta keep it closed
Thats the reason you won't see a passenger inside this rolls Bro ain't say a word on that case he stood 10 toes
Rip to zeem they still don't know what we did with that long nose
They wonder why my tint got darker I heard they talking
I told the gang to keep on grinding cause we ain't falling
You talking like you got it we already know that you frauding
The block the only place that show me love so I'm all in
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
These philly streets will turn you into a demon
My homie doing life he wishing for freedom
Got that call they took Gotti couldn't believe it
Till this day I'm still asking god what's the reason
Told my homie don't stress on none of his cases
Paid his lawyer off I'm hoping that he beat it
Kept on taking them losses it had us heated
We ain't worried bout it no more cause we eating
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Writer(s): Quiindell Simpson
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