Real Demons

It's life, innit

More time I said that

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It's only what you want it to be

Gang shit

Real gang shit

Badman fi nuh respect man, I just kweff man

Demon when I step, I leave some bine in ya head back

Blaow, when I see you bow, you better bow

Born in the South, I leave this Uzi in your mouth

Crack, I've never had these crack dreams

I made money from my legs and then I put it into machines

Known from my Christians and known from my akhis

I put feet in the booth, so put your soul in your Stanlеy

'Cause I see something thеy don't see and I'm not a liar

I tell my own brother straight, we ain't got them times, yeah

We can be illegal, horrified, yeah

Fuck it, I'm on the sky

If he's talking how he's talking, then it's on

Yeah, what is wrong? Supply guns off of Spotify

Yeah, mask and leathers, I'ma rob this guy

Speak to my jins, yeah, some homicide, yeah

'Cause I see shit that you don't see

I make your gyal beep me, yeah

I lost my brother to the streets

I swear, it's setting me free, yeah

Listen, I lost a brother to a bullet

Lost a brother to a rope

Lost a brother to a brother

Lost a brother 'cause he told

Lost my brother, he was slipping

He got caught up with some next guys

My brother died when he was living off his best life

I wish these times that we could pass back

I lost my brother to a pussy and another in a car crash

Grandma that I love, but I didn't make it to my aunt's flat

Can't meet you up in heaven 'cause hell's where I'm fast-tracked

I used to do this for redemption

'Cause this life, it got my other half a sentence

15 years, he's innocent, didn't mention

Never gave his mother to the witch, and now he's questioned

'Cause I ain't never had no home

Mmm, I don't know about no home

Mmm, I walk this road alone

Yeah, I walk this road alone

Brother lost his faith and now they're up throwing stones

Badman fi nuh respect man, and I just kweff man

Demon when I step, I leave some bine in ya head back

(Blaow) When I see you bow, you better bow

Born in the South, I leave this Uzi in your mouth

Crack, I've never had these crack dreams

I made money from my legs and then I put it into machines

Known from my Christians and known from my akhis

Faith in the booth, put your soul in your Stanlеy, yeah

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