Tick, Tock

The Devil is a lie

You ain't broke bread till you taste the Devil's pie

They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries

What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise

Them wings don't fly

Your traitor is your neighbor

At your front porch, and he's handin' you your paper

Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath

And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street

It's the mark of the beast

The meek shall inherit the Earth

The weak shall inherit the dirt

You each should have perished at birth

Stillborn or aborted

Every street tax gotta come with an audit

Either your life, or your loved ones

Straight razor or a snub-gun

From the village where the thugs from

Same corner that you coppin' all your drugs from

He a hero, but he unsung, I'm the one

I'm the one

Ay, yo, homie

The chambers is thirty-six, they new and improved

Now make a move

These guns whistle, sizzle up dudes

Who got big mouths, no power

Run in the bank with no dollars, got the nerve to switch crews

We better than the rest of 'em, my guess is the estrogen

And all the money we got, we move like the Mexicans

A cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale in Scarsdale

I fuck with golf now, Shallah is ill

Yeah, the coke is fresh, straight outta Bermuda, yo

Or chillin' on the beach in Boca Chica

With tuna salads and palaces, yo

We smoke out them chalices

Passin' off balances of bread to the island since

1984, the blow was just more

Then we would come through with rifles

Rockin' Nike boots, then war

A real ****'s invention that came from a henchman

Who blew up, now throw the Wu up, that's my redemtion

Drug dealer, been that **** half my life

Drug, drug dealer, been that **** half my life

You **** talkin, but you ain't never seen them

Imagine bein' first name basis with the kingpin

God, I was Lucifer's neighbor

You wouldn't believe some of the things people do for this paper

Movin' with lasers under Rugers

Make a move, you make the papers

Lose-lose situation

Sweat or blood, you get to choose what you bathe in

The chemists cook-work, the runners footwork

The custies took work, the soldiers put work in

On any one of the motherfuckers who fuck up good work

Bosses tell 'em, "Good work," that's just how the hood work

Northface bubble with eight bundles under it

Gold front upper-lip smile while I was huggin' it

I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm fuckin' with

My mom's threw that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it

Champ hoodie, Mongoose with the pegs

Clap your stoop up, hit mom dukes in her leg

That's beef, ****

Ya'll ain't street ****

Ya'll peep ****, write it down and try to be ****

Fuckin' everything, neck heavy swing

Second hand swept across that pretty Breitling

In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy thing, peddling

Whatever bring 'fetti in, steadily I fed my whole team

Drug dealer, been that **** half my life

Drug, drug dealer, been that **** half my life

You **** talkin, but you ain't never seen them

Imagine bein' first name basis with the kingpin

In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso

**** get the picture, I ain't gotta paint the nostrils

You know my origin is over when

Fat black bitches singin' over organs

Die for a dollar, pride, you don't swallow

You save that for the one you buyin' red bottoms

That's the price you gotta pay for it

All's fair in love and war, she masquerade for it

Jack-o-lantern push

Trick or treat, fuck your shit, I earned it off the books

Now listen to me vent

When you sittin' watch, it's like tires bein' spent

Shots from everywhere but they never make a dent

Knight in shinin' armor

Mistake me for the villain 'cause my vengeance is your karma

Yeah, fear is knowin' you're a goner

This music to my soul, 'cause it's death before dishonor

Gone

Check

Got the tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher

They used the church money to cop a new Bimmer

Got the heart of a child raised by a prostitute

That bought his mama the rubbers when a John came through

It's the microphone methadone, greatest ever etched in stone

You ain't gettin' pussy, like your prom date had a chaperone

Poppin' pills, gotta **** brain like a labyrinth

Called the ho on purpose, but I got the brain on accident

****, I'm your majesty, show up with a bag of weed

Rolled a blunt so perfect, thought it came up out a factory

My manuscript leave a man ripped of all his dreams

The insomniac with nightmares in sixteens

I'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor

Travel in class like a high school rumor

No one really cares if you embarrass us with style

'Cause when it comes to them raps, you be lettin' us down

So tell 'em why you're mad, son

Gotta get it off your chest

Let 'em know how you feel, son

You gotta say what you say

It don't matter, they gonna say a **** hatin' anyway