Roddy Ricch - Cut These Demons Off lyrics

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I was sleepin' in the projects
Going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga 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 niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door
She take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave
This ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self made millionaire but
I had a poor start

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 bitch got rose stones round
Her neck like she Nefertiti
Niggasas talkin' down on me, fuck the chatter
Realest niggas in the city, they mad at us
These niggas gon' politic on me just
To get their status up
And I never needed a nigga
All I needed was my accomplishments
He ain't even pop the stick
Lil' nigga why you poppin' shit?
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 niggas can't be my opponents

I was sleepin' in the projects
Going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga 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 niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door
She take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave
This ain't Noah's Arc
I'm a self made millionaire but
I had a poor start