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[?] On a swim with the devil against you Just 'cause you don't see him Don't mean he ain't lookin' Can't stand the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen It's dark in this house What you mean I been cookin'? Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete Back in the day when I needed a cushion My soul is intact Count dough by the racks Just 'cause I made it. Hold up First off the lot, I pay cash for it My girl got her toes on the dashboard ISO make it look magical They ever shackle you ballin'? Now I'm breakin' backboards In the mental hospital, they had court Had to put down the cigs that I had oared They get healthy and flippin' checks Like the logo for their cigarettes Letras de canciones Blue books like passports Now it's all makin' sense, I was born in Newport Now I'm on a new course Had to crash course, redefine the terrain When I went insane Precipitate hell and mass war They like, "ISO, what you rap so fast for?" So when you are wanted, you can have more So much game to give, might VC Offer slow ballers when they fast forward God, don't try Rob Two K's with me, broom like stop But I had to gas more, zoomin' past stores Need a chaplain or a pastor, but I'm tired And they tryna tax, can I get an offering? I'm a rap lord like Jesus Breaking down the backwoods Almost gave up before this past tour Now my feet hurt, I'm having heart problems Baby mama tweakin' and my back sore Fuck a rap tour, I just wanna ball like Vince Carter I'm a rap thorn on a jet-black, straight-edge stallion Fuck a high one. That horse, son I can't speak, get it? Damn, he trippin' Paranoid, lookin' back and forth On a swim with the devil against you Just 'cause you don't see him Don't mean he ain't lookin' Can't stand the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen It's dark in this house What you mean I been cookin'? Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete Back in the day when I needed a cushion My soul is intact Count dough by the racks Just 'cause I made it Don't mean that he took it My head on the floor Just 'cause you don't see him Don't mean he ain't lookin' Can't stand the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen It's dark inside What you mean I been cookin'? Fuck it, it's a box spring I hide the concrete Back in the day when I needed a cushion My soul is intact Count dough by the racks Just 'cause I made it Don't mean that he took it Hold up It's always better than the devil you don't I never leave my house without two sticks So I feel like I'm never alone Never been good at pretending So here I am living out lyrics I said in my song Homie got hit with the Rico Now he in the feds for shit that he said on the phone Momma wasn't ever at home That mean we gotta go out and get fat on our own Nobody to help us alone I got that work And can't nobody tell me it's wrong We took a whole lot of things for granted 'Cause nothing's as important as making it home I deserve more credit for slaying Goliaths 'Cause I sold David the stones My pocket was full of 'em I dedicated my life to a bag and a scale I got a story to tell You never woke up and hustled a day in your life That shit sound boring as hell Mama ain't stupid I know that she full of well I know she know what I sell I pay the bills and give a little extra as well Now she ignoring the smell I been through hell and back Then hell and back, then back again Hook your ass to a respirator Now it's beepin' like a nigga backin' in If I'm in that bitch, I brought the FN in And I slap a nigga like it's S&M If you know my name Then you know I'm nothing like the rest of them Head on a swivel, the devil'll get you Just 'cause you don't see him Don't mean he ain't lookin' Can't stand the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen It's dark inside What you mean I been cookin'? Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete Back in the day when I needed the cushion My soul is intact Count dough by the racks Just 'cause I made it Don't mean that he took it My head on a swivel, the devil'll get you Just 'cause you don't see him Don't mean he ain't lookin' Can't stand the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen It's dark inside What you mean I been cookin'? Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete Back in the day when I needed the cushion My soul is intact Count dough by the racks Just 'cause I made it Don't mean that he took it Hold up From Letras Mania