Retch - Devil on My Back lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] V Don (Uh) This time I don't want no bullsh*t, ni**a (Uh) Straight hundreds (Uh) Fifties even (Uh) Mula [Chorus: Dave East] Devil on my back, so I tried findin' God Sold a couple packs, my ni**a, times was hard Linin' up these targets just to knock 'em off Takin' trips, ain't pack no luggage, tryna find the mall Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam [Verse 1: Dave East] No time to waste, I want that Rollie diamond face Dome shots, a homi' case, should see the face your momma make We would chase all kind of cake, look up "hustler", see my picture Buzzin' off weed and liquor, these diamonds just tease your sister I ain't hittin' that, pitchin' packs, day shiftin' cornеr stores Moscato sippin', couple who*es, clеanin', doin' a couple chores I didn't make the Grammys, wasn't nominated Never trust these b*tches, never eat it 'less my momma made it Presidential tinted, type ni**a to leave Obama waitin' ni**as only actin' how they actin' 'cause you tolerate it Eskimo furs, Alaskan crab dinners, never tie my sneakers My uncle told me get cash, ni**a, get freaky, my last liquor [Chorus: Dave East] Devil on my back, so I tried findin' God Sold a couple packs, my ni**a, times was hard Linin' up these targets just to knock 'em off Takin' trips, ain't pack no luggage, tryna find the mall Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam [Verse 2: RetcH] Devil on my back, so I tried findin' God Times was hard, so we was sellin' hard, coke inside the jars Smack sales out of foreign cars, we was tryna duck the narcs You try playin' tough, then that forty bark Put my feet up in places that they ain't safe at When ni**as take your jacket, put razor blades where your face at See traps run in the building we caught the case at That's yola sittin' on the table, that ain't Ajax I used to sit inside the spot and off a hundred cracks A hundred days, a hundred nights, that's a hundred packs I'm thinkin' next big check, might buy a hundred straps Just did a non-exclusive deal for like a hundred racks Give twenty to the shooters, twenty to the runners Turn the trap up, couple opps won't see the end of summer My ni**as really steppers, b*tch, we really drummers Lots you ni**as really athletes, they be really runners, for real [Chorus: Dave East] Devil on my back, so I tried findin' God Sold a couple packs, my ni**a, times was hard Linin' up these targets just to knock 'em off Takin' trips, ain't pack no luggage, tryna find the mall Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, think they got my man Shoppin' when I land, came from choppin' grams Cops hop out them vans, we just tryna jam [Outro: Dave East] We just tryna jam, we just tryna jam We just tryna jam I need something before I go on that flight I need something for my appetite I need something, something, something that I need Yeah, I need it