Devils In The Details

[Intro]
What? Diamond, Dark Arts
Umbrella
What?
One Nine
Yo

[Verse 1]
Say my name with the lights on, takin' shit for granted 'til your life gone
I walk in Hells Kitchen with my ice on, Mali Phyton (What?)
I'm bound to make a killin' with the right song
You wanna feature from with me less than a G, you got the price wrong
Two heads and three tails, the beast, see the devil in the details Level-headed, twisted metal when the CL
Use a cheat code, skip the level, got the bezеl lit (Lit)
Any chance I get just to be rеal 'cause I ain't tryna see jail (Never)
Eight shots in his Jersey, spin a nigga like Spreewells (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Rap niggas beef real, get your whole train derailed
Sort bizzare shit in my life, no D-12
Most youngans here won't even see twelve, pull up in a V-12 (Skrrt)
The seats the same color as a sea shell
But let a nigga reach and you gon' see shells (Grrt, grrt)
Frontin' for the females, crack a nigga head like he Ezel (Split)
The block was dumb lit, you had to be there (Real, had to be there)

[Chorus]
Grab the mask, get the gloves (Hurry up, nigga)
We night-trap when you boys hit the club (You niggas go right there)
Light package, put 'em on with the bud (Uh)
The fiend came short, I hit 'em off with a dub (All that, my nigga)
Ten Ps and three scales (Aha)
Compressed work, we used to get it in the mail (What? What?)
He hit a bump of his pinky nail
You hear the devil in the details

[Verse 2]
Christan Dior trench-coat, tryna ball like Disco
He got in too deep and a nigga died like Frisko
I'm from the other side where the killers slide like Chrisco
Homicidal attempt, he took his shot but he missed though Monte Cristo, money make sure my Tommy fit dope
My whole closet smellin' like cookie, not Nabisco
Rap Larrys and Biscope, lynch ropes turn to neck-ties
Never look a snake in the eye (*Hiss*), they give me death vibes
My gun going "Boom-boom-boom-boom" call it Westside (Westside)
You on the west wing with doctor standin' by your bed side
Beef I never let slide, Blame Broyale shit, let the Scat fly
We all about the static like Selektah (Grrt)
What?

[Chorus]
Grab the mask, get the gloves (Hurry up, nigga)
We night-trap when you boys hit the club (You niggas go right there)
Light package, put 'em on with the bud
The fiend came short, I hit 'em off with a dub, (All that, my nigga), uh
Ten P's and three scales ('Cales)
Compressed work, we used to get it in the mail (What? What?)
He hit a bump of his pinky nail (Aha)
You hear the devil in the details (What?)

[Outro]
Bangkok 2, nigga