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Stitches

Devil Making My Decisions

 

Devil Making My Decisions

(álbum: Married To The Bricks - 2020)


I'm always showing love (Yeah), I don't get it back (No love)
Took a loss in the mail, I'ma get it back (Err)
I put my heart in this trap shit
I think I lost my soul when I sold crack to a pregnant bitch
I'm in here rolling (Woo), back then, my cars were stolen (Skrrt)
Was eating macaroni (Food), now I feed all my homies (Yeah)
You say you love me, show me, fuck all the words, express it
My life taught me some lessons, they tryna stop my blessings
"Stitches, you a monster," that's what they say 'bout me up in the media
My friends set me up, how you bite the hand that's feeding ya?
I'ma wait some years before I decide to start murking ya
You paranoid, I know you hear this song and it's gon' fuck with ya

You know I'm coming 'cause I'm grimy (Haha)
It ain't hard for me to find ya (For real)
You know I got them killers next to me (Err)
They with the cartel, I sell all that work, they blessing me (Fool)
Four niggas to set one nigga up, you scurred (Haha)
If I say that I'ma kill you, man of my word (Brrt)
This trap shit made my heart cold (For real)
Gun to my head, you shoulda let it blow (Pussies)
When am I comin'? You'll never know (Woo)
I'll come inside your house and leave you with them bullet holes (Haha)
Fuck that, I'll tie to you a fucking chair
I'll torture you pussy, you just a child, you's a rookie (Haha)
Oh no, how the fuck you ain't think that I was gon' come back for the payback?
I'm a drug dealer (Ooh), me and my plugs go way back
Plugged in, fool, you still living with your mama
I was selling drugs when they elected President Obama (Woo)
I don't know what it is, but my trigger finger itching
Mama telling me, "Think twice," the devil making my decisions
Is it wrong? Is it right? I don't really give a fuck
I've been quiet for too long, now it's time to turn up

I'm always showing love (Yeah), I don't get it back (No love)
Took a loss in the mail, I'ma get it back (Err)
I put my heart in this trap shit
I think I lost my soul when I sold crack to a pregnant bitch
I'm in here rolling (Woo), back then, my cars were stolen (Skrrt)
Was eating macaroni (Food), now I feed all my homies (Yeah)
You say you love me, show me, fuck all the words, express it
My life taught me some lessons, they tryna stop my blessings
"Stitches, you a monster," that's what they say 'bout me up in the media
My friends set me up, how you bite the hand that's feeding ya?
I'ma wait some years before I decide to start murking ya
You paranoid, I know you hear this song and it's gon' fuck with ya
The devil making my decisions

One man dies, tears fall down (Wah-wah)
I'll be satisfied when I put him in the ground (Haha)
Take you out your misery
Fuck all of this fame, I'm gon' kill all of my enemies
God forgives, I don't forgive, stop asking me for sympathy
This just how it goes, I could lose my freedom (Err)
I'ma be so happy when I see them boys bleeding
You wanna take my spot? Why you had to be so greedy?
Fear in your eyes the second that you see me
They shoulda killed me, they shoulda killed me
I know they fear me, I know they scared
Now they gon' feel me, it's time to shoot that choppa
They shoulda killed me

I'm always showing love (Yeah), I don't get it back (No love)
Took a loss in the mail, I'ma get it back (Err)
I put my heart in this trap shit
I think I lost my soul when I sold crack to a pregnant bitch
I'm in here rolling (Woo), back then, my cars were stolen (Skrrt)
Was eating macaroni (Food), now I feed all my homies (Yeah)
You say you love me, show me, fuck all the words, express it
My life taught me some lessons, they tryna stop my blessings
"Stitches, you a monster," that's what they say 'bout me up in the media
My friends set me up, how you bite the hand that's feeding ya?
I'ma wait some years before I decide to start murking ya
You paranoid, I know you hear this song and it's gon' fuck with ya

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