[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