ODG - Demon City lyrics
[ODG - Demon City lyrics]
Wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
We gotta get up get up
Get up get up
Wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
We gotta get up get up
Get up get up
Wake up everyday in Demon City poor
People suffer it's a pity
Digging in the trash with his right hand
Gripping baby girl with the left hand
You see these politicians eating
Real good fam
Oh yea, you politicians eating real good man
So next time that you roll through the hood
Can't you please
Spare a couple dollars for the black man
And while you're at it toss
Some jobs to the Mexican
And while you're at it ease up on the Afghan
Cause everybody that I know
Is out here struggling
Striving, working 9 to 5 for another man
Chillin in the ER with no health plan
With no health plan
Wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
Get up get up
Get up get up
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Stackin up this paper swear to
God they tryna plaaaaay me
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Brothers dying everyday but the
People wanna blaaaaame me
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Do you remember?
Them dusty roads, second hand clothes
Patches on your jeans mama tried
To hide them holes
Haters in your face you know I
Had to throw them bows
Friends is turning fake so now
They obviously foes - Ahh!
Lord knows, my mental state it shows
Bullshit so many times I should
Prolly work at Joe's
The Crab Shack, at least they getting money
I ain't getting shit bruh this
Here is not funny
They got me speaking for the
Lost tribes of Hannibal
So now it's my fault you label me an animal
Endzone touchdown five laterals
Now you looking around for a card to pull
And you feeling all down cause
You jail ain't full
Bitch-ass muthafuckin punk-ass hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Stackin up this paper swear to
God they tryna plaaaaay me
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Brothers dying everyday but the
People wanna blaaaaame me
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Wake up wake up
We gotta get up get up
Get up get up
Wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
We gotta get up get up
Get up get up
Wake up everyday in Demon City poor
People suffer it's a pity
Digging in the trash with his right hand
Gripping baby girl with the left hand
You see these politicians eating
Real good fam
Oh yea, you politicians eating real good man
So next time that you roll through the hood
Can't you please
Spare a couple dollars for the black man
And while you're at it toss
Some jobs to the Mexican
And while you're at it ease up on the Afghan
Cause everybody that I know
Is out here struggling
Striving, working 9 to 5 for another man
Chillin in the ER with no health plan
With no health plan
Wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
Get up get up
Get up get up
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Stackin up this paper swear to
God they tryna plaaaaay me
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Brothers dying everyday but the
People wanna blaaaaame me
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Do you remember?
Them dusty roads, second hand clothes
Patches on your jeans mama tried
To hide them holes
Haters in your face you know I
Had to throw them bows
Friends is turning fake so now
They obviously foes - Ahh!
Lord knows, my mental state it shows
Bullshit so many times I should
Prolly work at Joe's
The Crab Shack, at least they getting money
I ain't getting shit bruh this
Here is not funny
They got me speaking for the
Lost tribes of Hannibal
So now it's my fault you label me an animal
Endzone touchdown five laterals
Now you looking around for a card to pull
And you feeling all down cause
You jail ain't full
Bitch-ass muthafuckin punk-ass hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Stackin up this paper swear to
God they tryna plaaaaay me
All I'm tryna do is run these
Streets and get this moooooney
Brothers dying everyday but the
People wanna blaaaaame me
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you
Gon and make that money bruh
Don't let that money make you