DEVON STREET Lyrics

Remember the times that you said I wouldn't last?

Remember the times when you looked me dead in my eyes with a little smile

And proceeded to clown on me

Now you saying that you "proud of me"

Karma come back fast, don't it?

All you used to do was hate, Now I'm "doing great"

Now, I got a "bag on me"

Please stop the pretending

I'm done with the fakes and the gimmicks

I cut off the snakes and I'm clipping the hedges

I'm planting the seeds in the garden of blessings

Me and Dre turning up in our section

AJ gon shoot the vid for the direction

4TC, we a whole new collective

If it's on me, I'll deliver the message

Don't really care about who I'm impressing

Ok I got it, I'm stepping

Momma told me that I'm gonna be special

I shoot out the roof, my nickname Baby Stephen

I'm one of one, I'm a whole different essence

Call me salad, the way that I'm dressing

If it's a problem, you gotta address it

Need a hot girl, my worth bigger than Texas

Don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout a check

I perform well under pressure

AI numbers like I hoop on the regular

I'm at the top, you just on a lil' pedestal

People keep calling me bout writing verses

Let me just check my lil' schedule

They want the pen 'cause they know that it's perfect

And it's bound to stack up a lil' revenue

We come from humble beginnings

Told my mama that she raised a winner

The city of Brotherly Love

Ran by the saints and the sinners

Remember the days back on Devon

I was just making a presence

Now, I stay with the pad and the pen

And I just love to stay in the present

But, remember those nights on the come up

Arms too weak, can't flex my muscles

Tryna get a lil' money in my pocket

I stayed uptown, and did big boy numbers

Now, I'm back on 11th and running

That's where I spent all my summers

Look at me dead in my eyes

Look at the man I'm becoming

Who said that I wasn't a genius?

Man you gotta believe it

I got a big dream of them sold out arenas

I ball with the Suns like I'm fresh out of Phoenix

Who need to hear this?

This is rap, but I'm politicking, polishing my verses

Never perfect, but the family working

All love, so we all deserve it

And I know I'm perfect,I'm the early bird

I clock in my shift then I'm back to the house

My family taught me 'bout a lot

You can't do no business sitting on the couch

So I feel like airing them out

I don't like hearing them out

'Cause they always talk with a word of mouth

Long as I'm breathing, ain't no throwing in the towel

I'm the king of my town like

Look, MB3 just went up in the books

If I got it, I got it, no problem

If they switch up, I do it without them

Who gon' say that I'm late to the party

You one that said I wasn't invited

I might go back to NOLA and rally

Keep it classy, the business is private

In the cut, I been working on projects

Overdrive, I been putting on mileage

And my city the Arkham Asylum

No Batman, but some brothas be robbing

Check the shirt, this ain't regular fabric

Cut from the best, we got nothing in common

The city of saints and the sinners

And look how it made me a monster

We come from humble beginnings

Told my mama that she raised a winner

The city of Brotherly Love

Ran by the saints and the sinners

Remember the days back on Devon

I was just making a presence

Now, I stay with the pad and the pen

And I just love to stay in the present

But, remember those nights on the come up

Arms too weak, can't flex my muscles

Tryna get a lil' money in my pocket

I stayed uptown, and did big boy numbers

Now, I'm back on 11th and running

That's where I spent all my summers

Look at me dead in my eyes

Look at the man I'm becoming