Devils Clutches - Reks

Me and A, used to kick it, first floor in the lobby I

Tossing the boulders till my mom called see you tomorrow

See in the law we was all we got

Heard a nigga got shot, for double cross claws flipping the raw

I never saw me an A ending that way

Thought we was poor, had it all upstairs

Feeling prepared for future endeavors

2 of them brothers, mulla and chedar

And after dark weather, we remained together

A sabotage who’s never ever been questioned

But once them sands get us a law of pleasure

Give us a minor scent we ignore the 5 percent older

Had my content, forever, to chase Benjamin faith

Any mean dream, triple bean scheme

Ski mask a thief fiend, the chain, the cash register is ding

Entice, the way you like, found a 10 pound box, pay the price

He didn’t listen, he’d be working while I’m telling this stuff

Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit

Fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you

Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit

High-school's a different school yo, A a different dude dog

Handshakes become what’s up with you nods

Nods become blank stares, I fear, somebody’s in his gears

A went from dirt poor to fresh designer wares, ah

My nigga’s tripping, pull him aside, look in the eyes to catch a glimpse and

Nothing close to recognition, I sense distance

Different night an day, used to play, hide and seek

Now seek and hides, he disguise the nigga I

Used to know, choose to blow, over code, we agreed to appow

Saw your brothers in the cuffs, yo

You ain’t have to sell, sell your soul, trap a cell

Sells the cold, hell as hot, heaven knows, been to palm rose

Once or twice, roll the dice, play the cards, win a 4

10 below, tryna put more than a loaf on the stove

Drove a nigga to the street, frozen moments on the beat

Til they lay me down to sleep

From elementary homie to he don’t even know me

Be in the same room, not even the peace coby, hold the peace kobe

Look in his eyes belly the beast hold me

Streets control me, so he written on his grill still

Wish I could of made him chill, only for a still moment

For he got the willpower to kill Shawty

Yeah do called her a bitch and shit

Got out of line, but if you wouldn’t have left the play through the mitts,

avoid time

Ain’t no rewinding or going back to tossing the bomb

No mamas call see you tomorrow, the warning sign

Could have read him, could have fed him, some of the darts are mine

This blocks, all seeing the leader the blunt the blunt beat enough

Reading the rights yeah, only rights to cuffs

Or in the prime box, dust to dust

As you puff puff pass, or pour glass

In memory of those who passed

I think of A at last

It’s d world dat I live in

God forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit