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Devil On My Back (feat. Dave East)

๐Ÿ‘ค RetcH, V Don, Dave East โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Devil On My Back (feat. Dave East) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:53
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โฑ๏ธ 3:53 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

V Don
This time I don't want no bullshit, nigga
Straight hundreds
Fifties even
Mula

Devil on my back so I tried finding God (Allah)
Sold a couple packs, my nigga, times was hard (Hard)
Lining up these targets just to knock 'em off
Taking trips, ain't pack no luggage, tryna find 'em all (Tryna)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping grams (Chop it up)
Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man (My nigga)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping grams (Chop it up)
Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam

No time to waste, I want that Rollie diamond face (Diamonds)
Gone shots a homi' case (Blah), should
See the face your mama made (Mother)
We would chase all kind of cake, look up hustlers, see my picture (Me)
Buzzing off weed and liquor, these diamonds just tease your sister
I ain't hitting that (Nah)
Pitching packs, day shift in corner stores (Uh)
Moscato sipping, couple whores
Cleaning, doing a couple chores (Clean that up)
I ain't make the Grammys, wasn't nominated (Nah)
Never trust these bitches, I don't eat it 'less my mama made it (Mom)
Presidential tenant type nigga that leave Obama waiting (My man)
Niggas only acting how they acting 'cause you tolerate it
Eskimo furs, Alaskan crab dinners
Never tie my sneakers (Never)
My uncle told me get cash, nigga (Get the money)
Give Freaky my last liquor (Freaky)

Devil on my back so I tried finding God (Finding God)
Sold a couple packs, my nigga, times was hard (Times was hard)
Lining up these targets just to knock 'em off (Just to knock 'em off)
Taking trips, ain't pack no luggage
Tryna find 'em all (Tryna, all, nigga)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping
Grams (Chop it up, grams, nigga)
Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man (My nigga)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping
Grams (Chop it up, grams, nigga)
Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam (Yo, uh, yo)

Uh, devil on my back so I tried finding God
Times was hard, we was selling hard
Coke inside the jars (Inside the jars)
Smack sales out of foreign cars (Foreign cars)
We was tryna duck law (Duck law)
If you don't play tough, then that .40 bark (Then that .40 bark)
They want feet up in places they ain't safe at (They ain't safe)
Niggas take your jacket, put razor blades
Where your face at (Where your face at)
The trap in front of the building we caught the case at (On God)
That's yola sitting on the table that he ate, Jax (That he ate, Jax)
I was sitting inside the spot off a hundred cracks (Cracks)
A hundred days, a hundred nights
That's a hundred packs (Hundred packs)
I'm thinking next big check, might buy a hundred straps (On God)
Still not exclusive deals for like a hundred racks (On God)
Give twenty to the shooters, twenty to the runners (To the runners)
Turn the trap up, couple options, we see the end of summer (Shorts)
My niggas really steppers, bitch, we really drummers (Drummers)
Lot of niggas really athletes, they
Be really runners (Runners, for real)

Devil on my back so I tried finding God (Talk, nigga)
Sold a couple packs, my nigga, times was hard (Times was hard)
Lining up these targets just to knock 'em off (Everybody)
Taking trips, ain't pack no luggage, tryna find 'em all (Out)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping grams (Chop it up)
Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man (My nigga)
Shopping when I land, came from chopping grams (Chop it up)
Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam

We just tryna jam, we just tryna jam
We just tryna jam

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