Nu Devils

Mm, ah, hm

Uh

Ion know what it is, blessin' keep comin' in, shit, nigga, Ion know what it is (Ion know)

But I ain't sendin' no rescue boat, nigga, you burnt the bridge (look)

I don't want you to die yet, fuck nigga, need you to live (I need you here)

I need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big, nigga (hahaha)

Yeah, ay, Ion know what it is (yeah)

These niggas so pussy, they don't ever stand on what they did (stand on it)

Grandma said God do (araabMUZIK), but my heart never forgives (never)

Uh, Ion know what it is

Had the wolves on that bullshit in New York like I'm Coach Thibs (ah)

Jumpin' out your bushes soon as they get the drop where you live (pah-pah-pah-pah)

Bro opened up, fire burnin' a nigga right in front of his kids (pah-pah-pah-pah)

No cap, I paid for like three hats like I'm at Lids (whoo), ay

Uh, you wanna be Jordan? Might gotta punch a teammate in the face (ah), that shit important (huh?)

I wanna win more than niggas, you see how I'm recordin'

Hoppin' out the AMG, Louis V Timbs more than your mortgage (nigga, ay, talk to 'em)

Flawless (huh?), my neck and wrist is a faucet (cap)

Took lil' bro on tour with me, nigga, had three warrants (three?)

More niggas hatin' on me while I get bags in that's enormous (ha)

I just skate past (huh?), Cartier crash (whoo)

My lil' bitch straight bad (bad), I'll slap on that fake ass (c'mere)

My goons'll straight spazz (spazz), not who you wanna make mad (uh-uh)

Respect is everything, we G-checkin' everything (everything)

Y'all on that Magic Johnson shit, y'all let the fake pass (uh-huh)

Me, I'm quick to straight crash out, like fuck my break pads, uh (talk to these niggas, king)

But now my time consumed with gettin' this money

I planted me a seed, now my eyes is gloomin' (ah)

Niggas still try to undermine my influence

But what those other guys was doin' before I arrived to do this? (Haha)

Rest in peace Clark Kent, he told you niggas I was the truest (rest in peace, my nigga)

Look (look)

Ion know what it is (huh?)

These fuck niggas just wanna take from me, they don't never give

Back-to-back Rolls-Royce trucks when I'm pullin' up at Liv (you see me)

'Bout to go back, fuck me a rap nigga bitch like I'm Diggs, nigga (ha)

Yeah, Ion know what it is (uh)

These niggas still broke, I see they stomach touchin' they ribs (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Free C's, free Kutter, free Shiest, walkin' down they bid (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Honeybun in the duffel bag for when they make it back to the crib, nigga, yeah (uh, uh, uh, hahaha, free my niggas)

Ion know what it is

Yeah, uh, G Herbo, Conway the Machine, man, let me show you how to

How this shit go, where you flowin' with a rap God

How iron sharpen iron (every time, let's go), uh

Ion know what it is 'bout niggas, how they player hate and doubt niggas

How they sneak diss and clout chase, see 'em, gotta slap the shit out niggas

But fuck 'em, I'm gettin' my riches (you know that), I was 16 with six figures (phew)

I was trappin', been 'bout bidness, move weight, I been 'bout fitness

And I'm still locked in with the killers, at 21, bust down a M with my hitters

I was thuggin' ever since I was little, you don't pick a side, get stuck in the middle (pussy)

Got no love for suckers and snitches, can't come on this side, shit don't even fit us (uh-uh)

Four Glock 23s in the VIP, anyone tweak in here, we'll switch 'em (grrt)

Wave B-Y-E when he D-I-E 'cause the ARP ain't missin' (never)

I ain't never once shot from a distance (never), put that smoke in the air like a incense

When it's war, ain't nobody innocent, up the score real quick, shit instant

Street niggas turn bitch, I seen it, four nick' make demons Christian

But back to this cake, I missed it (I missed it), I'm a millionaire straight out the trenches (swerve)

Get paid 'til I die, no pension, scored a touchdown, fourth and inches (yeah)

Niggas dick ridin' from the benches (fuck 'em), why they always so defensive? (Fuck 'em)

I ignore 'em, but I feel their tension, done shit for them that I won't mention

Swerve, they know I'm the biggest (biggest)

I'm the one let you get your shine on even though I'm the littest

I own my masters and my mixes, put a Rolls-Royce on sixes (for real)

I pop out daily in fits 10K, and I don't wanna take no pictures

My father had two Benzes back when niggas was ridin' spinners

Two decades later, got ten whips, so I only drive in winter (only in the winter)

I pray God let my broski in, although he died a sinner

Guess I'll repent for both our sins 'cause I was slidin' wit' him, yeah (MUZIK)

No bap

Come on

They thought I was done, I'm right back in this shit (I ain't done yet)

Like Cube and Epps, I'm 'bout my Benjamins

Spent an M and ducked two sentences, hit the 'Raq, linked up with menaces

New deal worth 20 mill', at 30, I'm tryna touch a 50 clip (relentless)

Mama said don't tell my bidness, but I gotta keep you niggas hip (gotta keep you niggas hip)

Still tote some shit with a rubber grip, so mind your fuckin' lip

On my strip, we militant, post up like Darko Miličić

Here I am, since 2016, I'm still killin' shit (uh)

Two of my backends, a hunnid grand, I'm 'bout to spend this shit

Told my blood, "Take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip" (flip that, phew)

I got bored, and hit the dealership and copped another whip (nyoom, nyoom, nyoom)

Every load 500 bowls, I started from a zip

Ain't no player celebratin' wins until we get a 'ship (a championship)

I got comfortable, started to slip, I had to get a grip

I don't wanna eat my fuckin' chips until I get some dip

Some of that Griselda shit, they be like, they talk that shit

They feel like 1994 boom bap hip-hop

I literally would beg for them not to change their sound

'Cause they've opened the door for boom bap rap again

And I hope that they leave the door open

They talk, yo, Conway, talks, talks

Conway is vicious, I love them dudes, I do