[Intro: KOG Devo]

They say what don't kill you makes you stronger

And sometimes ya past haunts ya

Don't let it kill you in the process

I tell them know that Devo got this

[Verse 1: KOG Devo]

Cameras flashing

Bitches asking where you been at

Devin spazzing

I'm getting checks because I'm rapping baby don't you panic

Just tell that bitch that he gone see his daddy

I'm wishing for that foreign car I'll settle for that caddy

My nigga push that ice

So many niggas lost they life I had to sacrifice

They told me get it right

While mama gone I hit the corner every day and night

So I can get me some money to get my girl some ice

Oh now she splashing on me

I love my baby and my money so I'm never lonely

And R.I.P to my twins you know I keep them on me

You know it hurt daddy heart I got that call from Tony

He told me keep yo head

Dev I know you fed up

But just do it for yo daughters

So nigga I been harder than I ever been

No I ain't showing no sympathy

Know I gotta win

Funny how niggas be changing when Devo start a trend

You know I'm cold with the styling but better with the pen

Niggas jacked me for my change I'm talking many men

But now I got a .40 on me and some Benjamins

I'm never lacking pray to god I don't commit a sin

And I say if I go to hell I'm screaming fuck it then

[Verse 2: KOG Devo]

2 Chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi

Old hoes I went to school with saying get it boy

Don't let this choppa hit ya head it just might split it boy

And if yo hoe up on my line I might just hit it boy

Trapoholic so retarded don't know what to call it

See I got caught up in the house my nigga fuck a closet

You gotta problem

I gotta feeling I gotta spark it

Load it then cock it point at ya brain got stains on the carpet

Then grab ya women dick in her stomach wet like a faucet

She yellin "slay me in front the baby" (Devo stop talkin)

Man fuck that nigga I fucked his lady and sent her walkin

Then seen her nigga mean muggin boy you really stalkin

Clean up ya act and maybe bitches wouldn't cheat on you

I used to struggle gettin one but now I'm keepin two

You think I'm lyin ask my bitches they gone speak the truth

I call my homie Lil Tony see what he gone do

Tony Montana be loading that hammer and blasting the blammer

Shooting on stage don't give a fuck bout a camera

We so unorganized Lil nigga what the fuck is a planner

My ex be hittin up my phone that Lil bitch know I can't stand her

She so annoying but I guess she doesn't know why I canned her

Bitch from East Atlanta

Pour a four in the Fanta

Buy a pint if you got gualla give a fuck bout a minor

Fuck ya Ma and ya Nana

Smoking sweet Tropicana

Light the spliffy up and chief it might just fuck up my grammar

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