Don't Let The Devil (feat. Thank You Good Sir)
(It's so hard)
Ayy
The jewels runners, the product of many cruel summers
And the description was fittin', they say it's two gunners
Slap chic peas out your cheek until you drool hummus
Left the scene in Hellcat Scream 'cause we don't do Hondas
But we do Benihanas, takin' your baby mama
She hostage me in the Hummer, she kiss it to pay me homage
She work it like I deserve it, she move like the perfect pervert
They say Mississippi burnin', I'm sippin' syrup eatin' sherbet
Watch the world go to Hell as I'm laughing sayin' "It's perfect"
Catch me after Sunday service disturbin' the churches workers
Tell the deacon we ain't speaking, need money, his prayers worthless
I can tell through my alertness he's nervous about his purchase (hey)
In the name of Jesus, the refer, I serve a purpose
I got higher than the sky, as I fly over earth surface
Flyin' satellite height as I'm looking at earth's circus
Keep your eyes on the prize and don't let the devil coerce you
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so
Bad to meet me, A to K-er sprayin' the greedy
You should've brought the Uzi, oopsie, I'm a doozie
How you movin', one of two in, super groupin'
Gorrilla glued up to the cash, couldn't lose it
Good gracious, motherfuckers really not dangerous
Any pussy that hate 'em simply facin' erasure
Jaime for mayor, vote for the brain fileter
Be a AR, spray the radar down invaders
Fame destined, the piggy disection connection
Put necks in, grip and afflict tension
Upper rope elbow to plexis
No mid smoke, upper smoke, only the low would make an exception
BrookLanta Lord bless us, snipers at the nexus
Lifers come and check us, we next, still?
Goddamn the game it ain't fair, thoughts and prayers
Shut the fuck up put your hands in the air
It's so hard (Run The Jewels)
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let (I got it)
It's so (hard)
Shut the fuck up (Run The Jewels)
Don't let, let the devil coerce you (it's so hard)
Devil coerce you
Oh no, don't you let (it's so hard)
It's so-
Ayy
The jewels runners, the product of many cruel summers
And the description was fittin', they say it's two gunners
Slap chic peas out your cheek until you drool hummus
Left the scene in Hellcat Scream 'cause we don't do Hondas
But we do Benihanas, takin' your baby mama
She hostage me in the Hummer, she kiss it to pay me homage
She work it like I deserve it, she move like the perfect pervert
They say Mississippi burnin', I'm sippin' syrup eatin' sherbet
Watch the world go to Hell as I'm laughing sayin' "It's perfect"
Catch me after Sunday service disturbin' the churches workers
Tell the deacon we ain't speaking, need money, his prayers worthless
I can tell through my alertness he's nervous about his purchase (hey)
In the name of Jesus, the refer, I serve a purpose
I got higher than the sky, as I fly over earth surface
Flyin' satellite height as I'm looking at earth's circus
Keep your eyes on the prize and don't let the devil coerce you
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so
Bad to meet me, A to K-er sprayin' the greedy
You should've brought the Uzi, oopsie, I'm a doozie
How you movin', one of two in, super groupin'
Gorrilla glued up to the cash, couldn't lose it
Good gracious, motherfuckers really not dangerous
Any pussy that hate 'em simply facin' erasure
Jaime for mayor, vote for the brain fileter
Be a AR, spray the radar down invaders
Fame destined, the piggy disection connection
Put necks in, grip and afflict tension
Upper rope elbow to plexis
No mid smoke, upper smoke, only the low would make an exception
BrookLanta Lord bless us, snipers at the nexus
Lifers come and check us, we next, still?
Goddamn the game it ain't fair, thoughts and prayers
Shut the fuck up put your hands in the air
It's so hard (Run The Jewels)
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let (I got it)
It's so (hard)
Shut the fuck up (Run The Jewels)
Don't let, let the devil coerce you (it's so hard)
Devil coerce you
Oh no, don't you let (it's so hard)
It's so-
Credits
Writer(s): Harold Spencer Jr. Lilly, Jaime Meline, Dion Wilson, Michael Render, Marshall Boxley, Torbitt Schwartzwillie Cooper, Willie Cooper
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