[Verse 1: Devin Miles]
Crusin' I creep slow, k** 'em I'm lethal
White b**h pa**enger-side giving deep throat till I finito
Don't see no equals on behalf of my people
We gon' grind cause it's our time
Never stop till I'm on that steeple
Motivation is c note
Shorty got that murder she wrote
She know I k** that p**y crime scenes the cops freeze those
At the bar, I'm buying shots you know I'm legal
I just step out and show face and they show hate and then we be ghost
My n***a Vince said, "Any problems you should leave those, you got this game on lock no combination or a keyhole."
I'm knocking at the door, hand over the peephole
You deny my entry then it's battering rams on each door
I see them questioning how long I'll have this lead for
As long as they itching and I keep giving what they fiend for
I hope you recognize the truth
And if you've got some tissues
I swear you f**ers will need those
[Verse 2: Devin Miles]
Faded
Sipping gin straight
They comparing me to others as if I mimicked the template
I'm sure they swoll, cause my line of b**hes is ten straight
They claim they getting better and better
I've been great, you feel me?
My palms itching I need Ben-gay
In withdraw from paper every second I don't get cake
That kush we blowing that master call it sensei
My white boys get it my vatos comprende
My n***as know the deal they gon' ride till the end days
We got a common best friend, my n***a Ben Frank
I learned n***as I was cool with, had been fake
They lucky I don't get that off my chest
I don't bench weight
I'm chilling in the cut and I just lie low
That medical I'm f**ing with fire like a pyro
I'm highed up and got my eyes low
Smirking at n***as and everything that they ride for
This the sh** I die for
The sh** I die for n***a