Lyrics Sincere - Devin Vegas

Desi thinkin bout what bat he gonna hit me wit
While yayo and his son are busy being 50's bitch
Shit im make it fuckin public till you pussies hit my phone
I aint ever gonna stop it i been grindin all along
My money never red but red put money on your head
Sleepin on my team will leave you bloody in your bed
Im runnin from my fate, you faggots ruunin to the feds
If yu wanna meet ill meet, quit tryna catch me while i eat
I aint ever call police b they had came with EMT
But since then devin never leave his house without a weapon
Count ya blessings bitch im cursed nd goin down im boutta bless em
It aint over and told you from the get go
That im a savage animal thats bound to blow your neck bro
I listen to you screamin while you gunna hear the tech go
(Bang)
Seven
Two
Sweet gum lane, sweet gum lane
And im coming for you, gunnin when the beat done playing
Stupid mofuckers thinkin beefs some game
But i keep on sayin
That this shit is to the death and imma eat yo brains
Im running wit some cons and i roll with loccs
Got family from the bronx to the golden coast
Yo you gon fuck around catch a holy ghost
Oh im a pussy, how you gonna call me that
When my brothers tryna scrap and you called your dad
Guess you aint want your flesh on your lawn as bad
As we do
My people will all react
And we leave your cerebral in doggie bags
Desert eagles to eat you and chalk your ass
Pull apart your chest with the bars in rap
Leaveing pieces of your teeth in your garbage bags
Oh yall want me to rant? well imma start with facts
In fact ark is whack
I slap straps to your face till your jaw is cracked
Yup yall is mad but none you fuckin fags are down to brawl with stax
We spit the rawest tracks
And i aint fallin back
Youre what we call a rat
If karma hasnt hit you yet, be sure i fuckin will
All the stupid shit you said will cut you like a steel
Blade and make you wish your dead or picked a better deal
We gonn pull up on you crippin with a clip equipped to kill
But i dont rep a set except for what my clique has built
Imma spit this on the real
I aint never been a g but v got hittas in the field
We gon put in work until the dirt is where we lay
Perfect with our verses and our purpose aint the pay
I got herses on the way
Just to come collect your body put a shotty to ya face
Lotta yall is fake
Vegz boutta catch a case
Cause you know we gettin wild ayo gotti get the yay
But im sounding kinda typical
So imma speed and switch it up
I split a dutch and spit with dutch
You bitches fuckin gay
And this is nothing mane
Ive been picked on for my pigment still i get it till im paid
Aint shit thats in my way
In this business imma stay
Dont do many metaphors i get aborad the plane
Then ill tell you that im flying cause im high and im insane
They tryin to explain just why im in the game
I was lookin for an outlet now im tired and im drained
Aint dying for the fame
Used to get abused for doing music now the music 'busin me
I aint doing this for money fuck im doin this for free
And im doing this for me
Put my crew up on the scene
But dont be mad at us because we threw up on your dreams
You were never made to make it, find my name and what it means
Look at where i started and now look at where i am
Took all of my problems and i cooked em in the pan
I used to suck till lucifer had took me by the hand
Now word on the street is i murder the beat
Keep hitting my tracks on a verbal degree
Kicked outta class for disturbing the peace
Now im tripping on acid and burning my feet
Rocks on my neck, bright ice on my wrist
Im on top of the rest yes nicest in this
Yet im mean with the schemes of the rhymes that i spit
My mind is a trick and its gone with my morals
Im tryna be me while yall tryna be normal
Like weezy said i got this down to a science
Im living my life i advise you to try it
I spend so much time but still none of yall buyin i love it
Im kidding im killin these bitches with god as my witness
Hit up my doctor like i need prescriptions
I live on the run but im bothered by fitness
My father and sister had told me its nowhere i got in this business
But swear they aint knowing about all my writtens
So listen to me when i speak
Cause its funny that im still on ambien
But yall the ones that are sleepin on me
All of yall know that im decent atleast
Put my heart on a poster when v is deceased freeze frame
Speak flames, heat when i breathe
So i dont need a college to seize my degrees
Sheesh said i want beef not a cattle brah
Im tokin on some keef in the clouds and stars
But you gon take the L when we battle bars
Cause you acting all hard, you a mallowmar
I can tell that yall are snakes cause you rattle dog
And my skill only grows like a flower uh
I-id rather die with my pride than to live as a coward
My rhymes are so sweet but my image is sour
Your writtens are weak you were given no power
I sit on my tower on top of the throne
Yall thinking that it gon stop when it wont
So im poppin this chrome
Two shots to ya dome