DEVIL MADE ME DO IT - Intellectual

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]

Dropping mothafuckas straight down to the p.i.t

If you fuckin’ with UNAVERAGE GANG you fuckers R.I.P

Bitch I’m rolling with the shadows

The darkness is stuck inside of me

All up in the cut, leave you bleeding

Bitch, do not bother me

Catch me burning crosses

Turning these niggas into carcasses

Feening for the feeling of the death

So I’m here to murder shit

Grip my Glock tight

I’m an assassin on the scope

Bitch, I’m here to end your life

Leave you leaking on the floor

I don’t give a fuck about the fame

I’m here to run the game

I think my Choppa got the hiccups

And it’s scattering your brain

Swеar that all the voices in my head

Just start to sound thе same

The devil hiding in disguise

I feel him every day

It’s always runnin’ through my mind

To stays the same

Whether it be a couple bodies

Take a shotty to the brain

All the pain that’s always risin’ up inside of me

You’ll never get the chance to even feel, you can confide in me

This shit is hard to say

With the amount that I give away

Passin’ everyday

I wonder what I can takeaway

This shit is crazy

I feel like I’m goin’ insane

I’m entering the crazy house

And got bottles of pain

I’m overlookin’ all the decisions

I made from my visions

It doesn’t matter what I had to do to get my commission

I’m always lookin’ out

If the game only brings me pain

Then you have to take me out