Till I Get It - Devour

Yeah I’m bout mine

Everyday I gotta go grind, money only thing on my mind

I ain’t got time

Too many fakes and them snakes on waist keep a hammer on mind

Yea I’m bout mine

Let me say it once more

Ain’t got time to be focused on a dumb whore

Tryna get more money than a drug lord

Growing up got into a couple gun wars

What I been through

They be asking

Been through way more shit than you can imagine

Know some people that want me in a casket

But I just want a big booty bitch in a mansion

Yuh

I really tried to change life but when I did more people tried to take mine

I said I really tryna change life but when I did more people tried to take mine

Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for

Buzzing in the city finna run yours

Riding through the city with the hammer cocked

Pistol out the window screaming fuck the cops

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it

Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for

Buzzing in the city finna run yours

Riding through the city with the hammer cocked

Pistol out the window screaming

Back on my thug shit

Back on my thug shit

Back on my I don’t give a fuck where you’re from

Back on my bully yea I finna go dumb shit

Back if you mean mug me finna bust shit

Back being bad being good didn’t work

Shawty hit his body finna put him in the dirt

Last one that tried me got his as merked

Six feet below now you really part of Earth

What I been through yea they really wanna know

Fourteens seen my first body riding at the floor

Fifteen on the street I was totin on the pole

Sixteen got damn fans kicking down my door yea

Yea I really went through it

Heater on me right now boy you better cool it

I said I really went through it

Neena on me right now and i scared to pull it

Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for

Buzzing in the city finna run yours

Riding through the city with the hammer cocked

Pistol out the window screaming fuck the cops

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it

And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it