Devil's Got a Hold

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can’t win this fight

Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive

Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me

Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me)

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat

He hates when I’m writing so the thing on my nightstand

Start ringing and lighting up, vibrating and all that

I don’t wanna sell no more crack, I just wanna go perform at

The biggest place in the world cause I’m dope like them four packs

Sitting in [?] on my windowsill, making sure everything stays on chill

Right shoulder wearing all white saying “Joe chill”, left shoulder wearing red saying “pay yo bills”

So that raw metaphor

That I thought of before, I don’t remember no more

Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store

And I heard “So you off touring?” I turn and seen his whore

That I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score

Looking at me like I’m something she ain't never ever saw

So a one-hour run somehow turned into twenty-four

Wifey callin’, I hit ignore, my priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can’t win this fight

Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive

Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me

Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me)

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

My life is like a box of chocolates

I work hard for it plus I am awkward, uh

I am an addict’s son, plus I am an addict son!

I am an AK addict, uh, Travis drums

I am the lead done factor

That's why I got an edge on rappers, I am redrum backwards

I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me

I signed a deal with my maker, Satan’s my record company

I got a K canon, I buy chinchillas

My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon

Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon

The coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landing

I am the bank bandit, I got a buying problem

I goes in and walk out with all the money but I ain't rob ‘em

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can’t win this fight

Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive

Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me

Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me)

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

I’m talking, I’m talking

He talks, I listen, GPS on my position

Just living, just hanging out with the opposition

Can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen

Stupid, y'all, think it was just me

I belong in prison crazy by my own admission

On a mission to grab a podium, let me tell the public

That I’m self-destructive, I ain't looking for no help, fuck it

Look for a way to get high, I’m still alive

6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try

'til my face is red boy, pills in us, still a slight menace

We just going back and forth feeling like tennis standing underneath rain

What are we sayin’, friends and family wanted me to change

But it's too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it

I don’t wanna be another nigga with no gold, no fame, success, nigga, no hope

Sleep in the corner in Soho, my uppers down, its no dough

Fuck it they ain't put me under yet

Think what you wish I ain't got one regret

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can’t win this fight

Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive

Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me

Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me)

[Verse 4: Crooked I]

My automobile is not a Bentley

He knows that my pockets empty

The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me

Standing on the block, you should not offend me

I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don’t think the spirit of God is in me

Just wicked whispers of scriptures, Satan is narrating

I heard you got a safe in your crib so I’m there waiting

Nobody safe in your crib, when I’m in that staircase I’m bare-faced

Possessed by what you possess, I’m hell raising

And I just left somebody’s father a quadriplegic

Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt

He did not believe it

He’s losing blood and I’m cold blooded like I’m anemic

I need a doctor I’m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret

Or see a Priest and I might just chill

Or will I blow ‘em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill

Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will

I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]

Devil's got a hold of me

De-de-devil's got a hold of me

Devil's got a hold of me

Devil-de-de-devil's got a hold of me