Roddy Ricch

"Cut These Demons Off"

[Intro]
Sonic

[Chorus]
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n*gga 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*ggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
n*ggas try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start

[Verse]
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*tch got rose stones round her neck like she Nefertiti
n*ggasas talkin' down on me, f*ck the chatter
Realest n*ggas in the city, they mad at us
These n*ggas gon' politic on me just to get their status up
And I never needed a n*gga, all I needed was my accomplishments
He ain't even pop the stick, lil' n*gga 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*ggas can't be my opponents

[Chorus]
I was sleepin' in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my n*gga 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*ggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
n*ggas try to ride the wave, this ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start

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