Devil On Me - Dave East, DJ Holiday

I ain’t got no time for the fake shit

They talk behind my back, how I make shit

I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick

When you start getting money, you a Mason

I don’t believe in God with a white face, devil on me I been tryna be patient

Couldn’t name another nigga that could shake shit

Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn’t pay rent

Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you

Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you

Couple niggas hating on me, that’s a light issue

Inside of that foreign look like white tissue

Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt

Don’t make me find out where your mother work

We be laying under cars for a couple percs

Bitch, I’m in the mob, I don’t want to work

I don’t know the last job I had, we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half

I done spent so much time doing bad

I just wanna put my mom in a Jag

I’m on Lennox, day one, I be matching

Got a homie that be hungry for the madness

Follow niggas in they car when it’s cracking

I know niggas still selling hard with a passion

You never seen a fiend strip butt naked

Thinking back when I ain’t have one record

I was in the slums where they love pressing

Where you can’t leave the crib without one weapon

That’s why we keep a couple real close by

Goyard duffle, I be so fly

Hardest in New York, that ain’t no lie

Different kind of taste, I don’t know why

I only shop if the shit expensive

They know who I am, this is bigger business

I be getting racks just to show up

Imagine if I tell a nigga, «Kill the witness»

New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho

All my life, my pops had a Benzo

Charlie said he gotta do eleven months

I’m thinking where the fuck did all my friends go

I’m somewhere in the valley where the wind blow

Ordering a salad for a slim hoe

Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel

But I can understand them 'cause I been broke

I can understand, I ain’t have much

I just put my mom in a condo

Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo

Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low

I was popping pills in my building

I just signed a deal worth a million

Praying Scrap Low don’t get a pill, that still out in the field with a drill

that will kill him

I think I’m Makaveli in the flesh

Got it feeling like Pac in the building

Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building

In the school zone, watching cops while I’m dealing

In a new zone, I ain’t stopping, I’m plotting

I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it

Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling

This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling

She rather get high then to go to work

I gotta get high when I go to work

We live and we die, ain’t no tears in my eyes

I remember telling mama, I don’t wanna work

Praying everyday but I don’t go to church

You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt

I just spent fifty on a time piece

I remember telling niggas, «Rap was gonna work»

Praying everyday but I don’t go to church

You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt

I just spent fifty on a time piece

I remember telling niggas, «Rap was gonna work»…