Weak Shit ft. Dev the Expert Lyrics

It's D E V

And I came to say that I'm on that ass

I came here to spitfire

No not that tender grass

And not that Pendergrass

If you think you feeling teddy

Might need to stop and figure out how to get some class

You brothers carrying baggage like it's a grocery bag

Yall making songs

But not making art

It's all for the tag

Four dollaz in your pocket

You should chase the bag

Rapping 90's drums in 2022

An era switch

We falling off

I wish we'd get a clue

To spread the news about all the shit we been lied to

About eight billi on this planet

So why I care about Janet

My mind is an abyss

The thoughts they never die

One trigger they come alive and I die a little inside

But nevermind

The beat is too complex

It's bout to beat out my chest

My jitters might get the best

But i gotta complete the rest

Or they'll prolly find my address

I don't want an internet death

I'm just asking for some respect

So please

Proceed with the utmost ease

Like we camping out in Belize

Where we floating off sid and trees

In the land of make believe

Population is one

And none of us got a gun

The women is well-respected

The color ain't so subjective

The power it got a limit

Depending what you do with it

Capisce