Man Down
Pick the pistol up
Lift him up out his fuckin' yeezys
To kill a rapper is too fuckin' easy
Time to take down corporations
Confiscate every pie they bakin'
Concentrate on my rhymes and take em'
To complete annihilation
Sewer Line the family nigga
Sewer Line is my religion
Sour smoke is my addiction
Stuck inside this mental prison
Took the key and tossed it far
Ain't no breakin' out for me
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
Every time a nigga turn the corner man
I could just feel that shit
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
All the bullshit a nigga done been through man
I could tell the, I could tell the
Devil got it
Pick the pen up and wet the page until it's soaked
Why these fake rappin' niggaz be doin' the most
Think they dope but they sound like
Everybody around
Fake shit get no love no daps no pounds
You ain't never pop a slug
Held Macs moved pounds
You gon' pay for all those lies
Man Down
Tip-toe on the edge of the balcony
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
Nah mean when a nigga was hungry
When a nigga was broke
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
I knew that bitch had it out for me
My whole fuckin' life but
I could tell the, I could tell the
Devil got it
I'm good now though
I'm up
Nah mean so when a nigga pissed off now
He just take it out on you
Pussy ass mothafuckas
Fuck it let's go
Lift him up out his fuckin' yeezys
To kill a rapper is too fuckin' easy
Time to take down corporations
Confiscate every pie they bakin'
Concentrate on my rhymes and take em'
To complete annihilation
Sewer Line the family nigga
Sewer Line is my religion
Sour smoke is my addiction
Stuck inside this mental prison
Took the key and tossed it far
Ain't no breakin' out for me
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
Every time a nigga turn the corner man
I could just feel that shit
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
All the bullshit a nigga done been through man
I could tell the, I could tell the
Devil got it
Pick the pen up and wet the page until it's soaked
Why these fake rappin' niggaz be doin' the most
Think they dope but they sound like
Everybody around
Fake shit get no love no daps no pounds
You ain't never pop a slug
Held Macs moved pounds
You gon' pay for all those lies
Man Down
Tip-toe on the edge of the balcony
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
Nah mean when a nigga was hungry
When a nigga was broke
I could tell the Devil got it out for me
I knew that bitch had it out for me
My whole fuckin' life but
I could tell the, I could tell the
Devil got it
I'm good now though
I'm up
Nah mean so when a nigga pissed off now
He just take it out on you
Pussy ass mothafuckas
Fuck it let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Miranda Jr
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