devil

You want a shot of Evan Williams, motherfucker? (Uh)
You want a shot? Take a shot (uh)
Everything you desire (uh, uh) is yours

I think the devil tryna get me
If I see a pack, I might flip three
I think the devil tryna get me
'Cause all of it is so tempting

Uh, I think the devil tryna get me (get me)
I think the devil tryna get me (get me)
If I see a pack, I might flip three
'Cause all of it is so tempting

Well, welcome to the land of free
Uncle Sam will cuff your hands for a gram of some weed
It don't even matter if that shit boo-boo, got sticks and seeds
In the south, they ruthless
Might flap you for a point three and a roach (roach)
A fuckin' ashtray and some smoke (smoke)
And hope that shit amounts to the same as a joke
A cloak (cloak) is what they wearin', not no cop clothes
Provoked (provoked) is how we feelin' when they get close

'Cause, uh, look at my life, look at the spite (look at the spite)
Weight on my shoulders feel light, do it twice (do it twice)
Sirens and flashin' lights, my muscles tight
I'm feeling nervous, it's like they do it on purpose
They suppose to workin' for us, why it feel like a versus?
I take the way I'm feeling and put inside of my verses
I just made a purchase that could fill up your mom's purses
Uncertain if this excursion was worth it

I think the devil tryna get me
And if God is the judge, He won't acquit me
And the devil the one tryna convict me
Memphis is a blue spot inside of a red sea
No disrespect to your set, that ain't my cup of tea
Just control S before they hit the command key
Just control S before they hit the command key

I think the devil tryna get me
If I see a pack, I might flip three, uh
I think the devil tryna get me
'Cause all of it is so tempting

Uh, but welcome to the land of the brave
You in debt to Sallie Mae, well, you gon' have to fuckin' pay
One way or another, she might garnish your wages
I'm screamin', "Fuck the Bible!"
I'm tearin' out all those pages that was written by man
But my words comes from God
Feeling like I'm His son, put out against all odds

And there's no way that I'm done
Went from six or a seven piece
Packin' the venues, my mission continues
This message I send you is a message that's been true
Do what I intend to
I said what I meant to, Treezus

The wage of sin is death, the pages end in breaths
I save the end for next, and crave what's in the texts
I hope that I've been blessed
Amen