Y.S.A - Devil's Pie lyrics

[Verse 1 - Y.S.A] We on the road to the riches and the good life Moving up but you still living the hood life Know how the value of a dollar feel? You dont least anything, everything paid in hundreds and 50 dollar billz Slice of the devil's pie Pockets filled wit d**, money and pistols is like looking square into the devil's eyes Know its the wrong way ta live, but u do it for ya kids Plus u love the way ya new bezil be looking fly Every other year u gotta trail in court Started slinging crack, cuz u dnt see money due to the child support Steady recooping up the cream, hustlers dream Ta be living lavish causing pollution of the fiends When on the scene, u a boss wear the thugs walk Mind filled up wit profanity and drug talk Above all u a rebel in the eyes Of all the ppl tht know u, you even tell the sky God.... [Hook: D'Angelo] f** the slice we want the pie Why ask why till we fry Watch us all stand in line For a slice of the devil's pie Drugs and thugs womeN wine Three or four at a time Watch them stand all in line For a slice of the devil's pie [Verse 2 - Y.S.A] Her mind spinning off the glamour and the glits I mean the glitz and the glamour, she juss wanna be rich In a land thas so s**ist, diamonds and white lexus Ballers of all sorts, gleam shining off the necklaces So even tho the street life is not the scene for u Everynight, u n another mans vehicle Hooking, ya legs open often Ya s** is like a drug, cnt stand when men are drooling on ya soft skin Rolling ya eyes as hes kissing on ya abdomen Selling ya body for two jacksons and a hamilton Tht ain't the life momma wanted u ta live She was prayin u get married along wit a few kids But instead u got caught up in the mans trap Being seductive everytime u in a mans lap Praying for change when she looks up n the sky Until she enters another mans ride, saying words like.... [Hook: D'Angelo] f** the slice we want the pie Why ask why till we fry Watch us all stand in line For a slice of the devil's pie Drugs and thugs womeN wine Three or four at a time Watch them stand all in line For a slice of the devil's pie [Verse 3 - Y.S.A] All in all.... we ain't promise tomorra Steady chasing after the power of the dollar Who can u call ya true friends When everybody's in the struggle, chasing after the loose ends Its a doggy dog world tht we living in Cuz everybody go they eyes on the benjamins It a ruin life How could the print "In God We Trust", full aware of what it does to the human life....