Dancing with the Devil

Dancing with the devil with my timberlands

Sliding on my opps broke doors on a minivan

Give me mine, wrestle with my demons like it's summer slam

Understand, we goin shine, I can give the sun a tan

Hot boy, cold world, always get the bread lumped

I should move to neptune cuz ain't nobody near young

Pain that the team felt, dealt when we coming up

Might fight but know that we Strapped like buckle up

T cells I'm sick prick wit misfits who lift Clips to hit tricks who spit dis tracks with no business of minding they own

Tinted windows,the eyes to the soul

Lor hoe, what you know being robbed with a gun to ya eye

If he slippin' then that gun will be mine