Devils Greed
Got a little bit of anger that been building up in me
HD for you out there here we only got blurred TVs
See the problem starting back way before I was a teen
Xans break in Kool Aid man gonna ruin my dreams
I'm a simple dude rather sit back and smoke some weed
Man you out here fighting shooting
While I'm estimating fees
Fighting like I'm just the planet
Better cut down no more trees
Down The Root Bitch
That's ENT
Holy water in my tea
New age art like NFTs
Grew up based in tragedies
This the part I let it bleed
Swear I'm the illest one
To step up out my village
Carnegie where I'm at
Steady plot set for a villain
Like a place that's not real
But this shit nonfiction
Smoke a paper map a mission
Alfred on the block yelling shit just a given
Better roll that window up
You come back and your shit be missing
See my mindset more advanced
I'm just stuck by circumstance
Got dealt cards not in my hands
Watched them play out like a band
Xanax Percs and Vicodin's
Yeah they mixed in with my family plans
Recognize that shit real fast
I was not about that path
Lock myself up in my lab
And write away my mental fads
Music is all I had
Never sports but why you ask
Homecourt advantage never really had my ass
Three year break tell the story
Hear the take I was six years old thinking they just fell asleep
By nine I had to think
Well how tired could they just be
Twelve years in it just hit me
This not only what it seems
By the time I hit fifteen shit latched on just like a ring
No exhaustion anything
These them drugs I never seen
Eighteen years its in my means to be grown up rich and clean
Making music teaching lessons all addictions gonna do
Is hunt you down and ruin your dreams
I sit back and watch I learn about things that some never would believe
I got stories like a library lost with the wild things
I smoke weed nothing else nothing more
Come in with that bullshit ima make your ass snore
I chase bags the MANE man I roar
If they test my grammar
Hammer Ace my aim with hardware stores
All my memories are core
Swear I carry in my town yeah my back is getting sore
Had to study up the lore
Everything been getting crazy so I opened up the door
Gold medal boy like Olympics got to carry torch
Came up out the Burgh where its dirty and its shitty
Everybody see me but they know the boy too pretty
I been making music counting up the fucking fifties
Automatic how I'm living like I'm just some vans
Off the fucking wall when I'm chillin out in France
Got to get up on the stage and do my fucking dance
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert counting up the bands
Bitch cant test me cause all my friends are dead
All my friends are dead like my mental
Everything is getting crazy getting sentimental
Breaking down the shit go straight to her dental
Had to get back
Had to go Heavy Metal
HD for you out there here we only got blurred TVs
See the problem starting back way before I was a teen
Xans break in Kool Aid man gonna ruin my dreams
I'm a simple dude rather sit back and smoke some weed
Man you out here fighting shooting
While I'm estimating fees
Fighting like I'm just the planet
Better cut down no more trees
Down The Root Bitch
That's ENT
Holy water in my tea
New age art like NFTs
Grew up based in tragedies
This the part I let it bleed
Swear I'm the illest one
To step up out my village
Carnegie where I'm at
Steady plot set for a villain
Like a place that's not real
But this shit nonfiction
Smoke a paper map a mission
Alfred on the block yelling shit just a given
Better roll that window up
You come back and your shit be missing
See my mindset more advanced
I'm just stuck by circumstance
Got dealt cards not in my hands
Watched them play out like a band
Xanax Percs and Vicodin's
Yeah they mixed in with my family plans
Recognize that shit real fast
I was not about that path
Lock myself up in my lab
And write away my mental fads
Music is all I had
Never sports but why you ask
Homecourt advantage never really had my ass
Three year break tell the story
Hear the take I was six years old thinking they just fell asleep
By nine I had to think
Well how tired could they just be
Twelve years in it just hit me
This not only what it seems
By the time I hit fifteen shit latched on just like a ring
No exhaustion anything
These them drugs I never seen
Eighteen years its in my means to be grown up rich and clean
Making music teaching lessons all addictions gonna do
Is hunt you down and ruin your dreams
I sit back and watch I learn about things that some never would believe
I got stories like a library lost with the wild things
I smoke weed nothing else nothing more
Come in with that bullshit ima make your ass snore
I chase bags the MANE man I roar
If they test my grammar
Hammer Ace my aim with hardware stores
All my memories are core
Swear I carry in my town yeah my back is getting sore
Had to study up the lore
Everything been getting crazy so I opened up the door
Gold medal boy like Olympics got to carry torch
Came up out the Burgh where its dirty and its shitty
Everybody see me but they know the boy too pretty
I been making music counting up the fucking fifties
Automatic how I'm living like I'm just some vans
Off the fucking wall when I'm chillin out in France
Got to get up on the stage and do my fucking dance
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert counting up the bands
Bitch cant test me cause all my friends are dead
All my friends are dead like my mental
Everything is getting crazy getting sentimental
Breaking down the shit go straight to her dental
Had to get back
Had to go Heavy Metal
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Waite
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