Devil On My Shoulder

Huss, huss, child. Don't cry
Huss, huss, child, the devil can't hear you
Huss, huss, child. You won't die
Huss, huss, child. The devil won't get you

Huss, huss, child. Don't cry
Huss, huss, child. The devil can't hear you
Huss, huss, child. You won't die
Huss, huss, child. The devil can't hear you

But when I say this
I don't think you understand me though
Would you believe this since you from the poor
Would you believe me I saw a fucking ghost

Would you believe that I've been feeling so damn dead
That I've been feeling I'm on life support
Man I can't take no more
They love to label me the bad guy since I speak murder

Then bitch label me the murder
Label me the fucking villain
Oh you aint never heard of us
Then I'll show you who the sickest

You respect bitch that's a must
Like I said I had enough
They say music bringing problems after problems
It's not adding up

Now you can call me toxic
nigga I still build up my knowledge
I don't care for the school one
I know what your block is

Now tell me who trying to rule
Some, cause I don't follow rules nigga
I'ma do what I do nigga
Im stacking up the tools

Got a devil on my shoulder
But I still pray to you
This bitch keep chatting on my shoulder
Me angry at my deuce

But it ain't no falling over
Know one thing I'm still moving nigga
Crazy all the time you want me around
It's when it's beneficial

It's crazy how a nigga want me down
And they be there with you
It's crazy how a nigga don't want to see me screaming "Tre Nigga"
It's crazy how a nigga want a lady but can't stay with her

It's crazy how a nigga just be faking painting fake pictures
It's crazy how a nigga just be thinking in this fucking system
My lil' brother from the
Do you still love me bot

I'm tired of seeing all these rotten souls
Living life alot
Nowadays everybody is bold
See a lot of pops

Talking on the phone with pops
Nigga could hear it in his voice it be the same as mom
A apartment baby made his own choice you believe it or not
My life wild

But it could never be excuses
I'm gon' make it to the top
Far, and gone and leave you clueless
How that nigga did it now

I don't need your fucking blueprint
Hush hush child bitch
Get around my niggas
Fuck around hit a in and out

Nigga Tre be out ans about
Hoping his mom dont get that call
He got it stupid ass locked
That lil' nigga he gon' get all yall

Oh I'm gon' get all yall
Sneaky be behind the wall
Be better gotta stay on point
This gun making my pants fall

Be beefing with a grown man
Why your stupid ass ain't got married
You the one who told me young I'll be in jail
or in the cemetery

Like why you worried bout my life
You don't think I got my ass ready
To the hop inside the afterlife
Bitch I'll be your bloody marry

Hearing bout another life that's gone
But that's just everyday
Try my best to stay up off the phone
That's all I see on it

Focus on my mind still call me wrong
In any situations
Baby showing signs to buss his dome
But you don't give a shit

Crazy how the world is
I understand these fucking licks
Can't understand the folks behind the door
And how they feeling

I don't think I got no feelings
I pray to lord before I clock in
Who know that Tre had snuck a glock in
Now let's just hope the opps is minding they business

Been trying to get it
If you can see in my mind you gonna see millions
You don't gotta worry about what type of time
You can't break my image

To let you know I'm on a demon time
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