Burnt Up the Devil (feat. Holy Moses & Cory Flook)
Way before
I touched the streets
My big bro banging kuz
What's the breaking point
The alcohol
Or was it drugs
Or the kids going missing
Tell me what it was
Skin as dark as night
N soul pure as fucking doves
Momma's working hard
N missing time
See what it does
Now your baby boy
Is big bro
N banging blood
All the
Essas locs folks lords
They show me love
All my stonies
Sun they show me love
Want it all right now
N I don't need no next
Eyes wide
Maybe why
A nijji need some rest
I'm the universe
N feeling
Like I need celeste
Or the galaxy
I whisper underneath
My breath
Big bang theory
Hear me
I can reach ya neck
Two shots
Two centimeters
Underneath ya chest
Why these bird's breakin fly
N never leave the nest
My arm strong
Don't be the next nigga
I need to stretch
This complete magazine
Paperboy with news clips
Always on que
Like que balls
To pool sticks
O-B-G-Y-N
To bitch niggas wit loose lips
Niggas sayin
They movin mountains
Really don't move shit
Know you oblivious
But you will leave ecstatic
How The G illuminate
And he don't need a patek
Prescribe me to a scripture
I will leave an addict
I'm a alpha in my habitat
I feed my habits
Gained knowledge of self
So don't make me a savage
Just show me the passage
No don't be submissive
Homie bring munition
You may be a witness
To a scene to gruesome
It may seem so vicious
Homie please just listen
Know you need the kitchen
To complete the mission
And to see da vision
Yea I see you in the field
But we can't leave the women
You already know
Its chess
So why
Our queens is missing
Man
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through the ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
Searching for sanity
This forsaken place
It won't allow me
Try not to get consumed
This shit around me
Getting ugly
Master P sneaker
Two seater four doors
Extra space for two extra hoes
Covered all corners
Accounted for
Making my effort
Towards my craft if perfected
Now I'm just steady coastin
Towards my destiny
Is waitin for me
To my music be all glory
God chose me
Bitch that's why I'm Holy
Take all your misery
N make it mine
Life on the line
Right or wrong
Start to finish
Nigga that's every time
I know you listening
But can you hear me
Turn up the volume
Up in this bitch
To embrace a higher frequency Believe in me
I lead us to the promise land
Pedal to the floor
Master road
To this master plan
Give me some weed to burn
I need some time to think
N I'll be right wit you
I'll never play you out
Or let you down
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
Before the knowledge
And wisdom
I used to live for glory
With no understanding
Of how
The people lived before me
Just apart of this genocide
It's just the same ole story
As shorty they called me Core
Til I told them Cory
My story factual
Cappin ain't in my inventory
Thank you for blessings
I gotta thank
The good old Lordy
Thank God I got my fam
N some friends left
Straight manners
Don't even point
With the index
That's how you lose
A couple points
Get ya chin check
Pull the power of god out
N watch a little demon jet
Funny vibes hanging around
Don't need that
A nigga
Make you wanna shoot em
In the knee cap
Leach niggas
Sneak thievin
Don't need that
Where my weed at
N my g pack
Funny shit all the time
We perceive that
Don't carry that evil
It's like a bean bag
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through the ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
I touched the streets
My big bro banging kuz
What's the breaking point
The alcohol
Or was it drugs
Or the kids going missing
Tell me what it was
Skin as dark as night
N soul pure as fucking doves
Momma's working hard
N missing time
See what it does
Now your baby boy
Is big bro
N banging blood
All the
Essas locs folks lords
They show me love
All my stonies
Sun they show me love
Want it all right now
N I don't need no next
Eyes wide
Maybe why
A nijji need some rest
I'm the universe
N feeling
Like I need celeste
Or the galaxy
I whisper underneath
My breath
Big bang theory
Hear me
I can reach ya neck
Two shots
Two centimeters
Underneath ya chest
Why these bird's breakin fly
N never leave the nest
My arm strong
Don't be the next nigga
I need to stretch
This complete magazine
Paperboy with news clips
Always on que
Like que balls
To pool sticks
O-B-G-Y-N
To bitch niggas wit loose lips
Niggas sayin
They movin mountains
Really don't move shit
Know you oblivious
But you will leave ecstatic
How The G illuminate
And he don't need a patek
Prescribe me to a scripture
I will leave an addict
I'm a alpha in my habitat
I feed my habits
Gained knowledge of self
So don't make me a savage
Just show me the passage
No don't be submissive
Homie bring munition
You may be a witness
To a scene to gruesome
It may seem so vicious
Homie please just listen
Know you need the kitchen
To complete the mission
And to see da vision
Yea I see you in the field
But we can't leave the women
You already know
Its chess
So why
Our queens is missing
Man
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through the ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
Searching for sanity
This forsaken place
It won't allow me
Try not to get consumed
This shit around me
Getting ugly
Master P sneaker
Two seater four doors
Extra space for two extra hoes
Covered all corners
Accounted for
Making my effort
Towards my craft if perfected
Now I'm just steady coastin
Towards my destiny
Is waitin for me
To my music be all glory
God chose me
Bitch that's why I'm Holy
Take all your misery
N make it mine
Life on the line
Right or wrong
Start to finish
Nigga that's every time
I know you listening
But can you hear me
Turn up the volume
Up in this bitch
To embrace a higher frequency Believe in me
I lead us to the promise land
Pedal to the floor
Master road
To this master plan
Give me some weed to burn
I need some time to think
N I'll be right wit you
I'll never play you out
Or let you down
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
Before the knowledge
And wisdom
I used to live for glory
With no understanding
Of how
The people lived before me
Just apart of this genocide
It's just the same ole story
As shorty they called me Core
Til I told them Cory
My story factual
Cappin ain't in my inventory
Thank you for blessings
I gotta thank
The good old Lordy
Thank God I got my fam
N some friends left
Straight manners
Don't even point
With the index
That's how you lose
A couple points
Get ya chin check
Pull the power of god out
N watch a little demon jet
Funny vibes hanging around
Don't need that
A nigga
Make you wanna shoot em
In the knee cap
Leach niggas
Sneak thievin
Don't need that
Where my weed at
N my g pack
Funny shit all the time
We perceive that
Don't carry that evil
It's like a bean bag
Ain't no room for the Devil
Ain't love for the Devil
The fire done
Burnt through ghetto
Fire done
Burnt through the ghetto
Can't get us if you don't let em
Can't get us if you don't let em
Promise
From the start to the finish
Promise
From the start to the finish
Credits
Writer(s): Cory Flook
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