Conversations With the Devil

[Intro]

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Throw my burners inside of the bush so I don't get caught

Get the fuck from 'round me 'fore I cock my hammer, unload the Glock

Comin' out the Benz, steadily movin' weight, 'cause a hustler don't stop

I'm comin' to win and all of my niggas be gunnin', shootin' for the top

Inside of that cocaine Bimmer, pushin' it up your lane

Didn't have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game

I keep it a hundred 'cause my word is bond in the hood, it don't change

Comin' up from nothin', hustlin' for my money, now I'm grippin' grain

I'm beatin' it down your block, settin' up another shop

Gotta watch out for these opps, for the block is fuckin' hot

Puttin' money inside my sock, watchin' all of my bitches flock

Nickel and dime me, busta, then I promise that your body drop

Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho

Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho

Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low

Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho

Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho

Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low

Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Comin' up out the bushes with a red dot, I'm aimin' to kill

Pushin' a pill, with the steel, pointin' my pocket rocket to your grill

Fuck how you feel, bringin' the Ruckus, ain't no time to sleep

Freddy Krueger with no patience, slit yo' throat and let you bleed

You want gunplay? Let them guns spray

But I promise you that this ain't what you want, mane

I'm off that Novocaine, smokin' propane

Hit him in the fuckin' chest and see the blood drain

I'm a kick-door pro, me want all the smoke

Kick into your momma house with my forty-four

Bullet shells tap-dancin' all on the floor

Bring me all the static, 'cause Gorilla want some more

Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho

Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho

Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low

Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho

Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho

Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low

Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo