Devil’s Pie

When I was 17 I bought my 1st pair of Gucci sneaks
Stuntin ta my death, black hearse louis seats
Arms folded in Armani when I lie in it
Gold casket, make a live nigga wanna die in it
Younger days battlin back and forth torchin niggas
Terminator flow I done kilt all sorts of niggas
7 in that bunk bed dreamin bout' Porches
Hoodrats wit weave couldn't fuck with them horses
But its heavy shoppin barely catch a nigga browsin
Sittin high I could probably spot a nigga drownin
Young Kings we need all those crowns
They be like Avon tryna take Marlo down
Know what its like ta have ya ribs touchin ?
You sittin not eatin how u wanna, hunger level on Muslim
Keep myself in a book so its easy ta face a sentence
Never seen prison but if I did it wouldn't make a difference

Black face, black jewelry, black bitch
Black shootgun, shotgun in that black whip
Black homies black businesses
Black president akin black benifits
Since day 1 the world gave us a choice ta sin
The end of the road is here you can't turn these boys ta men
I'm lookin for a bad dame ... in Atlanta
So I'm circlin the A like the beginnin of a @name
They see me out and I'm well
She screeched when I slayed her, that pussy wasn't saved by the bell
And she think she gettin somethin up from me when I sell?
A Fendi jacket? Some shoes from YSL?
Mothafuck a Prince Charmin I'm known as "that nigga"
My future wife Cinderella but her ass bigger
We fuck pass 12 she stuntin on these wack niggas
Red bottoms heels or Giuseppe's fuck a glass slipper
Still hittin side hoes when I ride out
Open up a chick's walls like batman hide-out
Cause ain't nobody loyal, boy I will destroy you
Play that role of Alpo you'll end up like dog food
Bitches thinkin they bad but they really hit
Clown niggas thinkin they scary but ain't really it
My niggas scruffed out full beard on that Philly shit
Better luck in Hell or Heaven cause your life ain't really shit