Just some evil shit in me using my imagintion holla
Lyrics
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How did I fuck up
Now with the devil stuck up
I can’t get out not even if I get my luck up
This is a mystery
That made my life a misery
Now my flow is just pleasing me.
Since the day I started makin my cent
My pay gave me more essence
My roof flipped I had to pay that rent
Maybe a new dollar made me change and sense
The day I wake up I just wanna cop some brain
Get my cake up and cop a new chain
I will never be the same
Now u could catch me in a bar
Spittin and clippin too hard
Playin spades and flippin my cards
Or you could find me in a cruise
In a coupe with mad body guards and whole lotta loot
Motherfukka that’s ma’ attribute
Learn the lesson
Don’t ask 1 question to the gun that be messin
Nine’s and be blessin the Mic with perfection.
Since then I just move my pen faster than a typewriter
I proof the snubs in hand and just go @ it like a street-fighter
That’s me possessed by tha demon
That made my life briefing but I used that pen to make people stop disbelieving
My clock worked so through my shit I started breathing, My palm was bleeding
For that 666 that fucked my life up like a bitch.
But I felt it closer the death kiss
Supposed ta’ finish me in a torture.
How did I fuck up
Now with the devil stuck up
I can’t get out not even if I get my luck up
This is a mystery
That made my life a misery
Now my flow is just pleasing me.
One day I hit 456 with the bet of my life
On the line bitches talking shit but I still rolled that dice
My performance gave everything right back
The deal was off with the devil I got my little slack
I’ll neva go soft so I started to attack every fag in the map
Leaving brains body pieces all up in a body bag
I lead every troop call me captain
Breathe easy faggots quit yo’ actin
Now I’m hooked on bad habits and I’m just attackin
Breakin ya down in fragments
I knew u was neva lasting
And with this revolver on my hand im just blasting
Now I got the universe all in my palm
And that verse that killed you and yo’ mom
I’m more like Capadone
Was the one before bleeding in ya’ lungz
The flesh of yo’ bones I feel in my gun
I already feel the bullet in yo’ brain makin it numb.