Devil child

00:00-00:13

INTRO

Do you think the hapiness exist ?

This is just a fucking illusion

hahahaa..

 

00:15-00:32

CHORUS

Why this shit happen to me..

Thinks it's the money !

Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?

It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me

My pockets full of all them dead people

My pockets full of all them dead people

 

 

00:33-1:56

VERSE

oh yeah I've got a demon inside me

How did he came here,

I think he wanna play with me

Or just kill me,

Kill somebody around me,

Nah kidding, I'm the devil

And you gonna pay it

My lyrics gonna make you cryin

It's just the beginin'

How do you worship god,

When you're just controlled by the devil

Eyes red like a fuckin' monsta

The darkness can make out the worst in ya

If you don't wanna see that

Get out of my track

Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?

It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me

My pockets full of all them dead people

Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money,

I’m out of my mind I’m just tryna survive

Got to go get it, no need to decide

Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes

Some people round have the devil inside

Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!

‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas

Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas

Hitting the big spliffs while I'm spitting vicious

Money over niggas

But those motherfuckers wanted a fucking proof

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Niggas never support

They say they was always there to support

Money don't mean nothing if niggas never support you

With a right angled move I can make it all come true

I hear you spilling dumb shit, get your facts straighten

I'mma tryin' to fight myself or the demon

And I'll never contemplate suicide again I'm too alive

To straighten his lane and finish the game

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that Im facing

King of the block, niggas know my name

 

1:57-2:12

CHORUS

Why this shit happen to me..

Thinks it's the money !

Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?

It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me

My pockets full of all them dead people

My pockets full of all them dead people

 

2:13-3:36

Yeah,

It's M.O.B, Money Over Bitches

Leave y'all like wreck-it-ralph,

weak games with glitches

'specially when I fuck bitches

Give me 2 hoes preferably

I know, I'm contradictory

Bring it up for your fucked up self

With applied enthuses from maryjane to health

To me, my friends, it made a lot more sense

But I used self-defense

It might seem conflicting, but the game is twisted,

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

I ain't no politician but i'll kick it within a minute

Maybe i'm late-bloomin, a newly received shipment

In other words, imma be high in a minute

I was vicious the minute

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

I know you wont to get hit

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

If I won the lotto, it'd probably hit me back

Dam i'm back on remand drop back

I got racks on racks

Bitches on bitches, bitches on my racks

The devil is my attorney

People saying you're fucked just feed my need for controversy

So shes still young and knows how to play dirty

I continue on my journey

My rhymes go in the ear and then out the mouth

I came from the dirty south,

You cover your pretty lips

What you see on the tv screen or your desires

be careful what you choose kids

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

Caving into the worlds desire

You guys are making the innocent live in a dumpster fire

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a storyteller,

Genocide to white spaces

My nut tells the story like fables

Moment of silence the music just died today

 

3:37-3:53

CHORUS

Why this shit happen to me..

Thinks it's the money !

Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?

It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me

My pockets full of all them dead people

My pockets full of all them dead people

 

4:10-4:25

OUTRO

God bless you pussy niggas

keep on fuckin..

Amen..

God bless you pussy niggas