Devil's Call Songtext
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Devil's Call Songtext
Thank you for fuckin′ with me
Mama told me I was gon' be a coach when I was young
She used to dress me and my brother up like Ward Dunn
Discipline and leadership was rule number one
Gave us the world, got out of line, that belt′ll fuck us up
Moved in with pops, I started chasin' girls and smokin' blunts
Started packin′ heaters ′cause my friends was gettin' smacked up
This ain′t no Noisy episode, ain't finna go no further
I was just lettin′ you know how I turned into this motherfucker
Ain't have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin′ rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin' was fiends gettin' high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy′s side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think 'bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain′t scared of death, it's just a few ways I don′t wanna die
Like these rappers that be dyin' ′cause they be too high
I'll throw a block party for the kids and get my wigs split
Especially after I been through way more crazy shit
Devil called my phone the other day, said he need a favor
I asked him, "What's the favor?" He told me, "Grab a pen and paper"
Opened my notes and I said, "Go ahead, what′s the favor?"
He told me, "Write down every single last one of your haters"
I wrote ′em down and said, "What now?" He said, "I'll call you later"
Ain′t have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin' rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin′ was fiends gettin' high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy's side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think 'bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain′t scared of death, it′s just a few ways I don't wanna die
Still sittin′ by the phone, still ain't heard from him
We usually holler every day since I started workin′ for him
Since day one of Black Campaign, we been runnin' plays
Got a team full of sinners out here bustin′ days
I lost friends, I lost family, lost a ton of games
That's why I stack so much money in case a rainy day
It ain't enough drugs in the world that could stop this pain
That contract I signed with the man can′t be negotiated
Since I signed that dotted line, I been payin′
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Since I signed that dotted line (I been payin′)
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Since I signed that dotted line, I been payin′
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Ain′t have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin' rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin' was fiends gettin′ high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy's side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think ′bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain't scared of death, it′s just a few ways I don't wanna die
Niggas lucky I was raised by who I was raised by
That′s all I got, that's all I got
I be airin' out all y′all dirty laundry
Smokin′ the wrong way
On his way to church or somethin'
Sticking toys in your kids′ mouth and shit
Used to be an usher
You know what I do
Thank you for fuckin' with me
Mama told me I was gon' be a coach when I was young
She used to dress me and my brother up like Ward Dunn
Discipline and leadership was rule number one
Gave us the world, got out of line, that belt′ll fuck us up
Moved in with pops, I started chasin' girls and smokin' blunts
Started packin′ heaters ′cause my friends was gettin' smacked up
This ain′t no Noisy episode, ain't finna go no further
I was just lettin′ you know how I turned into this motherfucker
Ain't have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin′ rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin' was fiends gettin' high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy′s side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think 'bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain′t scared of death, it's just a few ways I don′t wanna die
Like these rappers that be dyin' ′cause they be too high
I'll throw a block party for the kids and get my wigs split
Especially after I been through way more crazy shit
Devil called my phone the other day, said he need a favor
I asked him, "What's the favor?" He told me, "Grab a pen and paper"
Opened my notes and I said, "Go ahead, what′s the favor?"
He told me, "Write down every single last one of your haters"
I wrote ′em down and said, "What now?" He said, "I'll call you later"
Ain′t have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin' rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin′ was fiends gettin' high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy's side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think 'bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain′t scared of death, it′s just a few ways I don't wanna die
Still sittin′ by the phone, still ain't heard from him
We usually holler every day since I started workin′ for him
Since day one of Black Campaign, we been runnin' plays
Got a team full of sinners out here bustin′ days
I lost friends, I lost family, lost a ton of games
That's why I stack so much money in case a rainy day
It ain't enough drugs in the world that could stop this pain
That contract I signed with the man can′t be negotiated
Since I signed that dotted line, I been payin′
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Since I signed that dotted line (I been payin′)
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Since I signed that dotted line, I been payin′
On the inside, I look dead, my outside look amazin'
Ain′t have no struggle plays or spam, but life was trife
Roaches was normal and we stayed killin' rats and the mice
Walk past two rooms for fifteen years, never crossed my mind
That burnt smell I kept on smellin' was fiends gettin′ high
Raised ′round savages, my mama and my daddy's side
Get your ass beat like a slave if you tattletale or cry
Every time I think ′bout Kenneth, I be finna cry
Ain't scared of death, it′s just a few ways I don't wanna die
Niggas lucky I was raised by who I was raised by
That′s all I got, that's all I got
I be airin' out all y′all dirty laundry
Smokin′ the wrong way
On his way to church or somethin'
Sticking toys in your kids′ mouth and shit
Used to be an usher
You know what I do
Thank you for fuckin' with me
Writer(s): David Teel, D Andre Sams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
