Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devils Clutches, artist - Reks. Album song Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Devils Clutches |
Me and A, used to kick it, first floor in the lobby I |
Tossing the boulders till my mom called see you tomorrow |
See in the law we was all we got |
Heard a nigga got shot, for double cross claws flipping the raw |
I never saw me an A ending that way |
Thought we was poor, had it all upstairs |
Feeling prepared for future endeavors |
2 of them brothers, mulla and chedar |
And after dark weather, we remained together |
A sabotage who’s never ever been questioned |
But once them sands get us a law of pleasure |
Give us a minor scent we ignore the 5 percent older |
Had my content, forever, to chase Benjamin faith |
Any mean dream, triple bean scheme |
Ski mask a thief fiend, the chain, the cash register is ding |
Entice, the way you like, found a 10 pound box, pay the price |
He didn’t listen, he’d be working while I’m telling this stuff |
Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit |
Fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you |
Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit |
High-school's a different school yo, A a different dude dog |
Handshakes become what’s up with you nods |
Nods become blank stares, I fear, somebody’s in his gears |
A went from dirt poor to fresh designer wares, ah |
My nigga’s tripping, pull him aside, look in the eyes to catch a glimpse and |
Nothing close to recognition, I sense distance |
Different night an day, used to play, hide and seek |
Now seek and hides, he disguise the nigga I |
Used to know, choose to blow, over code, we agreed to appow |
Saw your brothers in the cuffs, yo |
You ain’t have to sell, sell your soul, trap a cell |
Sells the cold, hell as hot, heaven knows, been to palm rose |
Once or twice, roll the dice, play the cards, win a 4 |
10 below, tryna put more than a loaf on the stove |
Drove a nigga to the street, frozen moments on the beat |
Til they lay me down to sleep |
From elementary homie to he don’t even know me |
Be in the same room, not even the peace coby, hold the peace kobe |
Look in his eyes belly the beast hold me |
Streets control me, so he written on his grill still |
Wish I could of made him chill, only for a still moment |
For he got the willpower to kill Shawty |
Yeah do called her a bitch and shit |
Got out of line, but if you wouldn’t have left the play through the mitts, |
avoid time |
Ain’t no rewinding or going back to tossing the bomb |
No mamas call see you tomorrow, the warning sign |
Could have read him, could have fed him, some of the darts are mine |
This blocks, all seeing the leader the blunt the blunt beat enough |
Reading the rights yeah, only rights to cuffs |
Or in the prime box, dust to dust |
As you puff puff pass, or pour glass |
In memory of those who passed |
I think of A at last |
It’s d world dat I live in |
God forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit |