Christopher Graham - Devil's Beat lyrics

[Verse 1] No more long roads, my time's up A herb, if you steal out the tip cup Couldn't dance, couldn't wiggle if you want the truth So which one of y'all wanna run up Wanna be a deceased geek, no friends speak? Them leathers, getting your hair done every week Hit you with the kitchen sink plus the cellar door Or, repeat heated words I speak You're on tour bagging who*es with cold sores Just one call and then I'm droppin' my drawers New place here, muh'f**ers screw up his face Who is the homie that act bad with the laws I seen through flaws, I'm a rebel without a pause Most of my track horrorfying and gothic Oh God, why the streets like a war zone And don't think we won't stomp ya a** out [Chorus] This is the Devil's Beat, the beat from the dark hell This is the Devil's Beat, ain't a story so not a book I can tell This is the Devil's Beat, the Devil's Beat [Verse 2] Most the diamonds that I buy Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky But we hope to give you some insight My dear, catch the needle in your eye Click triggers, when I bust Glocks, loose your face He was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first place You make them hoes wait, when you find the proper woman Or go, out of town, with the sound of space I don't remember where I met him or remember his name Let's take a look at some people in the game.. Live a life trying to get by ducking homicide To fighthing with fools for mispronouncing my name To pierce the archer's armor, armed with arrows Running from dark shadows and emotional gallows Yet I stay in the planet sh**'s terrible, but the blind get hit without planning it [Instrumental Outro]