DEVIL TRIED

-Intro

Aye lemme holla at you for a second man

-Verse One

Boomshakalaka, this a meal ticket
We are not the same, see these thangs kinda feel different, wait
Niggas tellin' me my wave lookin' similar
But see me on the net a rare catch, and a homerun
Flows like a real estate agent and staircases
Glare faces when I share statements
No dollar signs in my name but I'm safe to bank with
I ain't eatin' TV dinners for nothing, I'm tryna elevate this
No colleges in the following
These know it all niggas hear that stupid shit playing then gk and sponser it
No apologies on my option list
I seen so many niggas on the couch wearin' moccasins while they pockets slim
And doctor bills fall out the closet, shit
Ironically we still ain't healthy but withdrawing this deposit slip
Lemme get off this kinda tone, you know we kinda strong
Feel around my back I bet you find a bone, shit
Boy I'm sicker than failing immune systems
Hailing from the planet where everybodies a victim
And I been planning on taking trips to Japan
Coincidentally they told me I was trippin'
You niggas may be ready but no aware
Of what soon to come so really you ain't prepared
December 31st, already claimin' the year if we make it that far that is

-Hook

Devil tried to buy my soul I was asking for too much
I mean if its green I wanna bring my crew tons
If you ain't what the fuck is you on
If you ain't fuck nigga be gone

X2

-Verse Three

My
Cup brown, slut brown, touchdowns now, back then it was oww
Nobody fucked with the style or these scriptures
I'm working so hard that you can never outfit us
With my heart on my sleeve, my lady thick, got the rips in her jeans
Look like a broken roll of biscuits geez, need my
Os like cheerios ane Krispy Kreme
But ain't shit sweet around me you get what I mean
I know my shit kickin', like tantrums
Catchin', antennas from YG to Juelz Santana
Said my, grammer would set me back in social standards
I met some people with the same issue, now we close together
Posing for cameras, groping phannies, proposing open letters
To whoever got open mics to expose expressions
I ain't perfect but this my closest effort
With every L inhaled I exhaled lessons
Sometimes I'm too focused on BMF'in'
Sippin Effen on my way to Ellen, got me PMS'in'
I missed some key moments from tryna follow a dream
Convincing myself that everything I want is what I need
What I want is my sister to stop working
Brother to stop cursing, mother to stop hurting
I don't care if versus, bitch you hear these verses
You won't ever cause the purpose disturbance
Started writing shit at eleven-teen
I been ahead of my time
My father's height just never came with the jeans
But ain't a nigga I look up to more than me
So if we can make it next year theres more to see
Baby

-Hook