SERAPH

My favorite rapper said that
Demons hate you when you angel
Same time that he mentioned it
I was living it

In this life full of sedatives
Selling out my soul and digging
Up this sediment had somehow
Made me militant

I create and cling to habits
Like a call to arms. The present me still
Wonders how I got this far
When this me crumbles into open arms

The two of us share some similarities
But both of us are worlds apart

I see the devil wrapped in Prada
I know that's too rich for my
Blood, I been broke down

I hear lies within my circle
I got pressure to be
More than I know how

I look to Rio de Janiero --
I see visions of me
Buried in cold ground

I hold the soul of a pariah
I been trying but I
Know how it goes down

Calling me up, I couldn't wait
Calling my name, I can't stay for the hold-up
I'm without a pack, it's all gas -- petrol
Smell of the fumes, I can't brake. Wait, hold up --

If I really don't cash no checks then I
Really don't have no flex. 50:50 my bet --
Half that they love me to death and a
Half that they wish for my death. Ok, ok

What's going on with the numbers?
Can't say if you not from where I come from
Mariachi in the streets every night and your
Last lullaby might come from a warm gun

That's why I'm pressing luck instead of pulling triggers
And if I say all the right words
Then the mishaps just might miss you

I see the devil wrapped in Prada
I know that's too rich for my
Blood, I been broke down

I hear lies within my circle
I got pressure to be
More than I know how

I look to Rio de Janiero --
I see visions of me
Buried in cold ground

I hold the soul of a pariah
I been trying but I
Know how it goes down

Y'all wait for a green light
I don't see traffic -- highway too high
If they get to talking crazy I'll
Hit 'em with a DDoS, I don't mean three stripes

Destiny's casanova, baby, how I'm
In it for the long-run -- move 'cause I'm on one
I hit the gas then dash
Past what you claim you could match

Push it back to Texas, then I make them
Proceeds grow. I been on that
Two-step grind just making sure my
Dough sees dough

And they think they deserve the world
But they won't work for it. They pretend they don't know about
Blood, sweat, and tears until they go spilling yours

I see the devil wrapped in Prada
I know that's too rich for my
Blood, I been broke down

I hear lies within my circle
I got pressure to be
More than I know how

I look to Rio de Janiero --
I see visions of me
Buried in cold ground

I hold the soul of a pariah
I been trying but I
Know how it goes down