Devil Tried - Boooka

Boomshakalaka, this a meal ticket

We are not the same, see these thangs kinda feel different, wait

Niggas tellin' me my wave lookin' similar

But see me on the net a rare catch, and a homerun

Flows like a real estate agent and staircases

Glare faces when I share statements

No dollar signs in my name but I’m safe to bank with

I ain’t eatin' TV dinners for nothing, I’m tryna elevate this

No colleges in the following

These know it all niggas hear that stupid shit playing then gk and sponser it

No apologies on my option list

I seen so many niggas on the couch wearin' moccasins while they pockets slim

And doctor bills fall out the closet, shit

Ironically we still ain’t healthy but withdrawing this deposit slip

Lemme get off this kinda tone, you know we kinda strong

Feel around my back I bet you find a bone, shit

Boy I’m sicker than failing immune systems

Hailing from the planet where everybodies a victim

And I been planning on taking trips to Japan

Coincidentally they told me I was trippin'

You niggas may be ready but no aware

Of what soon to come so really you ain’t prepared

December 31st, already claimin' the year if we make it that far that is

-Hook

Devil tried to buy my soul I was asking for too much

I mean if its green I wanna bring my crew tons

If you ain’t what the fuck is you on

If you ain’t fuck nigga be gone

-Verse Three

My

Cup brown, slut brown, touchdowns now, back then it was oww

Nobody fucked with the style or these scriptures

I’m working so hard that you can never outfit us

With my heart on my sleeve, my lady thick, got the rips in her jeans

Look like a broken roll of biscuits geez, need my

Os like cheerios ane Krispy Kreme

But ain’t shit sweet around me you get what I mean

I know my shit kickin', like tantrums

Catchin', antennas from YG to Juelz Santana

Said my, grammer would set me back in social standards

I met some people with the same issue, now we close together

Posing for cameras, groping phannies, proposing open letters

To whoever got open mics to expose expressions

I ain’t perfect but this my closest effort

With every L inhaled I exhaled lessons

Sometimes I’m too focused on BMF’in'

Sippin Effen on my way to Ellen, got me PMS’in'

I missed some key moments from tryna follow a dream

Convincing myself that everything I want is what I need

What I want is my sister to stop working

Brother to stop cursing, mother to stop hurting

I don’t care if versus, bitch you hear these verses

You won’t ever cause the purpose disturbance

Started writing shit at eleven-teen

I been ahead of my time

My father’s height just never came with the jeans

But ain’t a nigga I look up to more than me

So if we can make it next year theres more to see

Baby

-Hook