The Devil’s Language

By Davy Fresh

On Richmond Highway

Released on January 6, 2023

Thumbnail

Look I been running through streets

Ain’t no day off

Made it home

Just to Kick my Nikes off

Made a bag

Got the opps looking pissed off

They just mad they ain’t do it

Like we did y’all

I got some shit bust down On my wrist too

Took ya girl

She bust down on a nigga too

I’m from the hood

Where they said I never had chance

Now every time I converse

You know I made a band

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas

Hating on me, yea

I recognize thе devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

You givе her nada

Want the whole enchilada

I can do her proper

Six figures on the collar

Underground nigga

Got the whole networth

And You can Google it

Be up by the next verse

And This is real life

You live In the metaverse

I’m Killing up in the booth

Wonna ride? Bring the Hearse

Bet they know the truth When I pull up

Man, these niggas want no smoke

They just wonna roll up

Highway nigga

That done made it to the finer life

All I buy is diamond rings

All I got is shiney things

All I do is do my thing

And you know I stay fly

Smoking like it’s high how

Living like a mile high

Crack a forty for the shorties

That was ready to die

Cuz it was me against the world

When I was ready to ride

Half a million for the house

Think they got it from rap

Half a million for the jewelry

Think I got it from crack

Say A prayer for the homies

Ain’t no bringing them back

Not the ones that died

The ones that stabbed in the back

Cuz they know where I’m at

But they can’t come around

Ain’t no giving you dap

Ain’t no giving me pound

And I had learned to adapt

To this life that I made

Ever since I got paid

People learned how to hate

I don’t know what it is

That keep on turning you fake

If you knew what it takes

You’d be calling me great

Look I been running through streets

Ain’t no day off

Made it home

Just to Kick my Nikes off

Made a bag

Got the opps looking pissed off

They just mad they ain’t do it

Like we did y’all

I got some shit bust down On my wrist too

Took ya girl

She bust down on a nigga too

I’m from the hood

Where they said I never had chance

Now every time I converse

You know I made a band

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas

Hating on me, yea

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

From the highway

It’s forty-one to seven woods

It’s understood

From Huntington to Lorton

It’s a hundred hoods

And I recognize death

I done seen it plenty times

So I keep a nine

Tucked down in my waist line

I done lost a lot niggas

I done squeezed a lot of triggers

Chasing figures

Swear to God

It turned us to some gravediggers

Hot winters Leave to cold summers

Don’t get brave nigga

You gone fuck around and drown

Trying to ride this wave nigga

Behave nigga

Audubon Ave

Yea we blaze niggas

Raise Niggas

Introduce em to the heat

Braze Niggas

Fade niggas

Split’em to the white meat

Blade niggas

Slay Niggas

What I’m trying to say

We ain’t for play Nigga

Two middle fingers

Turned sideways, connected

Respect it

Niggas talking reckless

I’m a check it

Send a message

Put some money on his

Muthafuckin Necklace

You guessed it

We gon spin the block like Tetris

I’m a workout with the simmi

Trigger finger Calais statics

Hit his bitch with the glizzy

Not the one with the relish

We outside with the fellas

Niggas down for whatever

Mount Vernon, multiplex

RIP that shit forever

No matter any weather

I was all up in the mix

Every time I rode the train

I just had to bag a bitch

I’m talking way back

When Davy Fresh was J-Rich

Living out in Gum Springs

Plotting on a music lick, nigga

Look I been running through streets

Ain’t no day off

Made it home

Just to Kick my Nikes off

Made a bag

Got the opps looking pissed off

They just mad they ain’t do it

Like we did y’all

I got some shit bust down On my wrist too

Took ya girl

She bust down on a nigga too

I’m from the hood

Where they said I never had chance

Now every time I converse

You know I made a band

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea

And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas

Hating on me, yea

I recognize the devil

Cuz I know his language, yea