DEVILS

Sick of niggas hatin sick of filthy bitch datin

Sick of the way I'm money makin sick of fake friends fakin

Sick of motivatin while my brain is contemplatin

On givin up this shit

But I never quit never stop never dip

I be on my shit windows up gettin lit

Schemin on my blueprint movin on my plots

Dashin for the win I materialize my thoughts

I try not to be bitter bout the hands that I been dealt

Cuz I be thanking God daily for my daughter's health

Devils sayin pull me up from the bootstraps myself/

Muthafuckas that ain't never struggled never felt

The pain of poverty when born inside it with no help

Never get enough stress messin with my health

Really had it rough still I got up when I fell

Never will I fail, fight till I prevail

So many days I got up feelin like I live in hell

But if I stop my story who's gon be the one to tell

The many tales I faced, every time my shoes laced

The many mistakes on my mission to be great

I never had it safe always had a quick pace

For keepin up with people with their future set in place

Just another immigrant in the United States

Tryin to make my mark and win, no matter what it takes

Can't ever let it break me it's probably too late

I'm too stubborn to be quittin cuz I know what I could make

Opportunities I take to spread em out and get us cake

Ditchin lazy muthafuckas they contagious imma shake

I'm tryin to be great