Devin Adamn - KELAS

Ain't no luck, fuck a quick buck, Imma cock the handle
Splat on the ground, when I finna blow a dome
Finna crack, Imma plague gonna turn 'em to a vandal
Batshit crazy with gun plated gold
Crypto bros shot 'em like dominoes that's a blockchain
Stop playing, when I slip and slide I juiced your whole brain
Choose a lane, bitches be confused by my damn name
You, the same motherfuckers licking ass for fame
Fuck the number, Imma come up with the newest bars
Imma show no tell I'm in the bunker I be spitting stars
Fuck the plans, I be in a stance where you stand
Top of the morning the dollar be fused into your vein, call you Jane Doe
In the arena be gladiator I be packing my shit up and ready to blow
It's a redrum, don't fuck round, I been numb
By these fake bitches, I don't lack riches
Spirit in my body strapping with the fourty five, It's real
I'm stacking bread on dead motherfuckers trynna read on me
I let, all my demons be consuming
All these drugs abusing artist wish you would've made it
Fuck a topic, conversation, twitter, Imma let it
Burn it to the ground, shit is pointless, why they made it?
Imma flop 'em down, should've said less, need a medic
Instigate the motive 'fore you pull up with no merit
Fuck you doin talking in dusty De Niro accent
I just woke up, throwing blood out the window
Imma let it stick inside your mouth just like a lingo
You don't want me pulling up I put you inside the limbo
In a purgatory, swerving with the coarse, yelling bingo
Shot dead, shot dead, shot dead
Spot the trigger when you're saying what's our name?
Shot dead, shot dead, shot dead
I'm in the liver, living in your fucking shame

Written by:
Dean Adam

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