[Intro]
Yeah
Devs, it's Shot City Records
O.T
Big up everyone
Big up everyone in Drugenham, yeah
We're rollin'
Right now, it's Devs
Yeah
[Verse]
Since I touched down, everything's fucked now
Life didn't wanna see a white male bust out
Anyhow, I keep movin' with every rhyme
And you better know I can slew you at any time
I live life on the surveillance
24/7 got Devs looking down
Life ain't nothing but pure complications
24/7 got my mind on the sound and I'm grinding it out
Every time I spit bars at a fast pace
Spitting real lines till my last days
Living in a [?] crack fiends OD under the archways
Living in a city where you can get left with a scarred face
Nothing but heartache
So when the night time falls
I pray for the lost souls gone that we can't save
So we move on anyway
[?] anyways
When it comes to lyrics can't say that I'm any rate
They could never bring it to the heavyweight (heavyweight)
You just ain't ready mate, no
Seems you need preperation
Shots of production, pure devastation
I'm Barking and Drugenham's saint, I'm a patron
Spray bars, you'll need medication
But you can't pretend to be ill
Diabetic still
So I can't miss a meal for the rest of my life
I'll be strapped with this illness
So sick I gotta kill this
With no choice to fill this, you'll get terrorized
And you can't label me any guy
Ten steps ahead of guys
If I'm on the DVDs, always got the reddest eyes
Recharge, re-energize
So now when I ride I refuse to tell any lies
It's so crucial that I stay truthful
Listening to the olders is useful
And if you don't like me, the feeling's mutual
Just another backstabbing two-faced hater as usual
And as usual someone's hating
Debating whether slide into the ratings
Lad, the ratings slide in your girl
Pissed like I was doing life in a cell
Knife on the realms with a knife on my belt
And I'm Michael Myers with a rifle as well
I'm Freddy Krueger, strapped with a Luger
Slippin' up point blank rage that'll move ya
Busta maneouver
I'm crazy like Doc from Back To The Future
And I'm Jason Voorhees, strapped with a shooter
Taking many lives, yeah, I've made many rhymes
I don't really care for your crew, tell 'em any time
Hot like Cali in the summer when the weather's fine
You best watch my rides when I watch all the [?]
Sit back like a chair that reclines
Got money on my mind, seeking to find
Cash that'll last me for life
And you don't want glass in your eyes
Can't see that you're partially blind
Spark like ten man blasting the nines
I can't stop till my name's been casted in time
Cause if I ain't casted in time
Then I ain't lasted in grime
And if I ain't lasted in grime, then I ain't fulfilled
My dream to climb the ladder and make bills
My boys white or black, they take tills
Your boys pipe on crack and take pills
My boys run in the shop and take bills
Your boys tell you "you're hot on the mic"
But hate still
Don't believe I'm the genuine article
That [?] microscope particles
Can't say that I ain't on point
Always spray with my articles
My best answer's a [?]
In my ends I was tall
Kids on the road carry tools
With intention to cause mass injury
If you're not into me, go shave your balls
I'll slay you all
You ain't got what it takes
Cuckoo blocks with the fakes and you don't move weight
You're getting removed for your eights
Make a move now cause it's late
And I've had it up to here with the game
Stuck in a tight space like a contortionist
Yeah, fuck all of this
I know that I'll merk any challenger
That I get cornered with
On the ropes with my back to the wall
I told you smoking crack, it ain't cool
We take the piss like it's April Fools
Dream [?] when your girlfriend plays with my balls
And this is news for way in forstep
From when I was a kid terrorizing
I was lighting bags of shit on your doorstep
Then knocking and running
At thirteen, I was straight bunning
Devils was coming
Shot City Records, yeah, we're straight gunning
[Outro]
Straight gunning, it's Devs, O.T
Massive
