The Devil Wears Prada
Aye, it's MJ
AKA The Heir-Apparent
Yeah, aye, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Got the princess laying with me in the bed
Dropping to her knees, she giving me that demon head
People telling me that I should follow God instead
Who do they think I am? Kanye when he's off the meds?
Already dead, shout-out Juice, now we getting loose
Took a tab in the morning and went to the moon
Flashbacks from the past filling up the room
Now I'm back and I'm spitting in the fucking booth
Yeah, they call me a degenerate
Like I'm doing all this shit for the hell of it
I'm the devil's son
He'll attest to it
I'm the heir-apparent, tryna make the best of it
Yeah, just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Yeah
Like father, like son, that's just how it goes
I let go of the old me long ago
Rubbing off on my girl, copying my flow
Red lips, red tips, with the red toes
Keep moscato in the whip, sodas for the road
I got whiskey in the cup, mix it with the coke
I ain't talking Coca-Cola, bitch, I'm talking blow
She love the way the shit feels when it hit her nose
Yeah, I'm taking all the credit for it
Turning her into a similar degenerate
Flying higher than a motherfucking emirate
Hell's princess, tryna make the best of it
Just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Yeah, I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Aye, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Yeah, the devil wears Prada
Shades staying on, eating steak at Benihana
Nada, that's how much I care about the drama
Me and diavola, man, we came from the lava
It's a different type of love when you started from the bottom
Ramen noodles in the pot, don't you think that I've forgotten
Now we eat at La Grenouille after taking over Gotham
The sheets are all silk, can't sleep on fucking cotton
They keep asking when I'm stopping
Told 'em on the day that I'm taller than Obi Toppin
AKA the day they go and put me into hospice
Got a lot to process, but it's easy when you got an even iller mind than Hospin
Yeah, I guess I'm a degenerate
People hate me, but I use it to my benefit
You can call me what you want, but you can't tell me shit
I'm the heir-apparent, tryna make the best of it
Fuck you, fuck your family, and fuck your crew
All you talk about is who I am and what I do
He's a bum, he's a jerk, he's a fucking tool
Yeah, I've heard it all before, this ain't nothing new
My own mother told me she don't like the man I am
When I came out her, it was with a forty in my hand
Now I'm racking up the bands, working on my tan
The fact I'm doing better than you's what you can't stand
Yeah, not bad for a degenerate
I owe it all to my swagger and my temperament
Think I finally know the way to make the best of it
So Imma make the best of it
Yeah, Imma make the best of it
Yeah, Imma make the fucking best of it
Imma make the fucking best of it
Yeah, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Got zio in the villa, killing bottles of vino
Always sunny in this bitch, Danny DeVito
I'm 'bouta fuck up the casino, in a year, it'll be Rio
I love swimming with the sharks, gotta try to find Nemo
We know all about the jealousy
The fortune, it just fell to me
I'm feeling like a Kennedy, despite all of the felonies
It's coming with the pedigree
I say I love hell, but this shit is feeling heavenly
Know you know the mantra
It's shopping for designer with a couple thousand dollars
I don't even like it, but I told you, it's the fucking model
I don't do it cuz I wanna, bitch, I do it cuz I gotta
Didn't have a choice, the devil wears Prada
AKA The Heir-Apparent
Yeah, aye, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Got the princess laying with me in the bed
Dropping to her knees, she giving me that demon head
People telling me that I should follow God instead
Who do they think I am? Kanye when he's off the meds?
Already dead, shout-out Juice, now we getting loose
Took a tab in the morning and went to the moon
Flashbacks from the past filling up the room
Now I'm back and I'm spitting in the fucking booth
Yeah, they call me a degenerate
Like I'm doing all this shit for the hell of it
I'm the devil's son
He'll attest to it
I'm the heir-apparent, tryna make the best of it
Yeah, just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Yeah
Like father, like son, that's just how it goes
I let go of the old me long ago
Rubbing off on my girl, copying my flow
Red lips, red tips, with the red toes
Keep moscato in the whip, sodas for the road
I got whiskey in the cup, mix it with the coke
I ain't talking Coca-Cola, bitch, I'm talking blow
She love the way the shit feels when it hit her nose
Yeah, I'm taking all the credit for it
Turning her into a similar degenerate
Flying higher than a motherfucking emirate
Hell's princess, tryna make the best of it
Just tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Yeah, I'm tryna make the best of it
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Aye, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Yeah, the devil wears Prada
Shades staying on, eating steak at Benihana
Nada, that's how much I care about the drama
Me and diavola, man, we came from the lava
It's a different type of love when you started from the bottom
Ramen noodles in the pot, don't you think that I've forgotten
Now we eat at La Grenouille after taking over Gotham
The sheets are all silk, can't sleep on fucking cotton
They keep asking when I'm stopping
Told 'em on the day that I'm taller than Obi Toppin
AKA the day they go and put me into hospice
Got a lot to process, but it's easy when you got an even iller mind than Hospin
Yeah, I guess I'm a degenerate
People hate me, but I use it to my benefit
You can call me what you want, but you can't tell me shit
I'm the heir-apparent, tryna make the best of it
Fuck you, fuck your family, and fuck your crew
All you talk about is who I am and what I do
He's a bum, he's a jerk, he's a fucking tool
Yeah, I've heard it all before, this ain't nothing new
My own mother told me she don't like the man I am
When I came out her, it was with a forty in my hand
Now I'm racking up the bands, working on my tan
The fact I'm doing better than you's what you can't stand
Yeah, not bad for a degenerate
I owe it all to my swagger and my temperament
Think I finally know the way to make the best of it
So Imma make the best of it
Yeah, Imma make the best of it
Yeah, Imma make the fucking best of it
Imma make the fucking best of it
Yeah, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red wings, red horns, and the tail, too
I gotta follow his model, yeah, I don't get to choose
Got zio in the villa, killing bottles of vino
Always sunny in this bitch, Danny DeVito
I'm 'bouta fuck up the casino, in a year, it'll be Rio
I love swimming with the sharks, gotta try to find Nemo
We know all about the jealousy
The fortune, it just fell to me
I'm feeling like a Kennedy, despite all of the felonies
It's coming with the pedigree
I say I love hell, but this shit is feeling heavenly
Know you know the mantra
It's shopping for designer with a couple thousand dollars
I don't even like it, but I told you, it's the fucking model
I don't do it cuz I wanna, bitch, I do it cuz I gotta
Didn't have a choice, the devil wears Prada
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Writer(s): Michael Anselmo
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