Devine

(álbum: 8ball Playaz : 2 - 2016)

More and more
You better hit the floor
As I bust in your crew
Looking like a fucking lew
.45 in your face
As i send you up to space
Any place but here
I don't like the atmosphere
Can't control simple fate
Oh, you think you can relate?
What I put on my plate
Try to match my murder rate
But you can't hear a chant
Of my motherfucking name
Can you beat the fucking fame?
Watch your brother die in vein

Oh shit, you gon' dip
Gonna make you fucking quit
Feel my clip, hollow tips
Gonna throw a fucking fit
Cannot stop, hear the drop
Of my motherfucking case
See my face, no trace
Boutta end the human race
Better keep your mouth shut
Or you're gonna know what's up

Getting up, What the fuck
Why you acting like you struck?
Looking down the barrel
What the fuck you thing your gonna do?
Past to waste, you're fucking mine
Pull the trigger keep align

Motherfucker, ever wonder why I'm so divine?
I just keep it real, I'm packing steel
I need that .45
Put the Glock to your head
Can you hear what I just said?
Shut the fuck up, motherfucker
Watch you bleed out on the cover

Motherfucker, ever wonder why I'm so divine?
I just keep it real, I'm packing steel
I need that .45
Put the Glock to your head
Can you hear what I just said?
Shut the fuck up, motherfucker
Watch you bleed out on the cover

Motherfucker, ever wonder why I'm so divine?
I just keep it real, I'm packing steel
I need that .45
Put the Glock to your head
Can you hear what I just said?
Shut the fuck up, motherfucker
Watch you bleed out on the cover
[repeat until fade]