Real Demons Songtext
von Ghostface600

That′s life, innit
They won't tell you I said that
X10
It′s only what you want to do
Gang shit
Real gang shit

Badman, finna respect man
I just kweff man, demon when I step
I leave some bine in your 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 machine
Known from my Christians, and known from my akhys
I put faith in the booth so put your soul in a Stanley


'Cause I see somethin′ they don′t see
And I am not a lie
I tell my own brother straight
We ain't got them times, yeah
We can be really horrified, yeah
Fuck yeah, I′m on the sky
If he's talkin′ now, he's talkin′ in his song

Yeah, what is wrong, supply guns up for Spotify
Yeah, mask and levers, I'ma rot this guy
Speak to my jinns, yes, a homicide, yeah
'Cause I see shit that you don′t see
I make the gyal be me, yeah
I left them brother to the streets
I swear, it′s setting me free

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′s told
Lost my brother, he was slippin'
He got caught up with some next guys
My brother died when he was livin′ off his best life

I wish these times, we could past 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 is where I′m fast tracked


I used to do this for redemption
′Cause it's life, it got my other half a sentence
15 years, he′s innocent but I didn't mention
Never gave his mother to the witch and now he′s questioned

'Cause I ain′t never known no home
Mhmm, I don't know about no home
I walk this road alone
Yeah, I walk this road alone
Brother lost his faith and now they're back to throwing stones

Badman, finna respect man
And I just kweff man, demon when I step
I leave some bine in your head back
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 machine
Known from my Christians, and known from my akhys
I put faith in the booth so put your soul in a Stanley, yeah

6hunna
Stanley, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Stanley, yeah