shut the devil up Lyrics

Live a lotto life

Hoping i hit

You witnessing something great when i'm scrolling a script

Keep your balance know the margins don't fold in the rip

It's a musk aroma culture

I'm sown in the pits

Learned a black woman's scorns like as cold as bitch

I'm only here to get the job done

Scolding attempts

1 yard left how the hell he blow the O fence

Same type tricking checks when he owing the rent

Love the finer things in life

Camel toe in her print

Boy you couldn't flow like this if I ghosted your ish

Next level chef in the kitchen controlling the dish

Foundation on prayer i don't focus on wish

Shot clock down in seconds this floater'll swish

Lyricist of the century

Cause that's what I was sent to be

I pray to God you mention me

Came close no simile

Finish him

Flawless victory

No delivery

I'm sending back what you sent to me

Shit

You ain't certified

We ain't eating equally

I walk up in the regency its only right she leave with me

Cause Hard dick and bubble gums the only thing she need from me

You better off retiring early than try and beef with me

Clip his wings my dog sniff him out like duck hunt

On the run eating like what what

You fucked up

We grinding here to level up

Level up

Please father please shut the devil up

Devil up

Industry's the beast

We in the devils guts

Get these voices out my head

Shut the devil up

No we won't sell our souls

Shut the devil up

We grinding here to level up

Level up

Please father please shut the devil up

Devil up

Industry's the beast

We in the devils guts

Get these voices out my head

Shut the devil up

No weapons formed shall prosper

I'm doctor

King

Sitting with Malcolm

Before the bullet hit the balcony

Man How come

They jerking us

Giving all our leaders this outcome

How come

Younging said he'd make it you doubt son

I doubt son

Looking for clout son

But I tell you it'll get dark when the clouds come

It was never about the fall

Just how you bounce up

I'm right there

On your heels

You ain't an ounce up

I'm miles up

About the easiest hero to dial up

Never confusing a real G

Your styles chump

Fabricated on gun bars

No bodies piled up

Not nasty you faking the funk

I'm the main source

Time to skip over the appetizers the main course

Competitive in the arts

You confused

This ain't sports

If everybody was original

I know the same thoughts

You grinded for that name

Don't get that name loss

A thing me and jesus got alike we bare the same cross

The same stress that'll give you pee ons hair loss

In writers block me and these words having a stare off