Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil On Me, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Devil On Me |
| I ain’t got no time for the fake shit |
| They talk behind my back, how I make shit |
| I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick |
| When you start getting money, you a Mason |
| I don’t believe in God with a white face, devil on me I been tryna be patient |
| Couldn’t name another nigga that could shake shit |
| Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn’t pay rent |
| Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you |
| Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you |
| Couple niggas hating on me, that’s a light issue |
| Inside of that foreign look like white tissue |
| Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt |
| Don’t make me find out where your mother work |
| We be laying under cars for a couple percs |
| Bitch, I’m in the mob, I don’t want to work |
| I don’t know the last job I had, we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half |
| I done spent so much time doing bad |
| I just wanna put my mom in a Jag |
| I’m on Lennox, day one, I be matching |
| Got a homie that be hungry for the madness |
| Follow niggas in they car when it’s cracking |
| I know niggas still selling hard with a passion |
| You never seen a fiend strip butt naked |
| Thinking back when I ain’t have one record |
| I was in the slums where they love pressing |
| Where you can’t leave the crib without one weapon |
| That’s why we keep a couple real close by |
| Goyard duffle, I be so fly |
| Hardest in New York, that ain’t no lie |
| Different kind of taste, I don’t know why |
| I only shop if the shit expensive |
| They know who I am, this is bigger business |
| I be getting racks just to show up |
| Imagine if I tell a nigga, «Kill the witness» |
| New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho |
| All my life, my pops had a Benzo |
| Charlie said he gotta do eleven months |
| I’m thinking where the fuck did all my friends go |
| I’m somewhere in the valley where the wind blow |
| Ordering a salad for a slim hoe |
| Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel |
| But I can understand them 'cause I been broke |
| I can understand, I ain’t have much |
| I just put my mom in a condo |
| Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo |
| Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low |
| I was popping pills in my building |
| I just signed a deal worth a million |
| Praying Scrap Low don’t get a pill, that still out in the field with a drill |
| that will kill him |
| I think I’m Makaveli in the flesh |
| Got it feeling like Pac in the building |
| Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building |
| In the school zone, watching cops while I’m dealing |
| In a new zone, I ain’t stopping, I’m plotting |
| I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it |
| Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling |
| This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling |
| She rather get high then to go to work |
| I gotta get high when I go to work |
| We live and we die, ain’t no tears in my eyes |
| I remember telling mama, I don’t wanna work |
| Praying everyday but I don’t go to church |
| You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt |
| I just spent fifty on a time piece |
| I remember telling niggas, «Rap was gonna work» |
| Praying everyday but I don’t go to church |
| You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt |
| I just spent fifty on a time piece |
| I remember telling niggas, «Rap was gonna work»… |