Devon Culbert - D.I.G.M.E. lyrics

[Produced by Aaron Deux] [Intro] The shooters with ruegers, the rulers, the losers, they f**ing with me The stoners with doja, the ones that ain't sober, they f**ing with me The loners, the tyrants, the ones with peeled eyelids, they f**ing with me AAP Diamond Gang, yeah we be on our way, call that sh** andale, f**ing with me? [Verse 1] Swear to God I wanna stay monogamous, just me, myself, and my accomplishments But I still be keeping my promises so I'm trying to get me that scholarship And I won't f** with no college b**h, skinny bittie but I know she be swallowing And Inspectah Deck warned me about them tecs so you know I'm protecting my esophagus Sober soul spit them narcotics melodic, ironic that I don't hit chronic though I just flow off of them phonics and float on hydraulics so tell me whatchu need that juana for I sip that water ho, good for my vision my third eye is splitting, I'm feeling this sh** and You know, I'll be the martyr bro, I'm driven, it's given, I've risen, so listen Met this chick that'll go unamed, long story short, we ain't feel the same And lemme tell you I felt some pain, she ain't even respond to my messages Then Aaron told me about his chain and Zay told me they all the same So f** that b**h and it's onto the next and f** yo text, man what's yo name? Play the game, I got next, At All Potential hit the buzzer beater I'm like Jordan way before his rubber sneakers and the scores are pouring but the jumper cleaner Tryna tour Florida with some bumping speakers, so I spit the ether and I'm undefeated It ain't coming easy but man f** the bleeders I need all the bleachers and a stage to feature So you know, the shooters with ruegers, the rulers, the losers, they f**ing with me The stoners with doja, the ones that ain't sober, they f**ing with me The loners, the tyrants, the ones with peeled eyelids, they f**ing with me AAP Diamond Gang, yeah we be on our way, call that sh** andale, f**ing with me? [Verse 2] You can still be empty once you fill your closet And yo pockets with deposits and got p**y on the carpet f** being modest I got partnas with no fathers So that's probably why we cautious with them proverbs and our profit Excuse my pauses, I just get a lil nauseous When a lot of what I say is honesty and honestly If I wrote it and I rapped it then it's noted and it happened As a toddler or tomorrow or to the homies up in prison Listen, I'm on a mission and my MARTA won't get Derailed by these females or the details Of your record contract, I'll reck you when in combat And when I come back you all gon' be behind me I'm still a young rapper with ambitions of a TDE Signee, you know where to find me, at the crime scene With my hands all grimy and a shiny murder weapon That I used to sever all connections with you greedy muf**as