Lyrics

[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