[Lyric] Devil on My Back (RetcH & V Don)

[Intro: Dave East]
V Don (Uh)
This time I don't want no bullshit, nigga (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 nigga, 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 whores, clеanin', doin' a couple chores
I didn't make the Grammys, wasn't nominated
Never trust these bitches, never eat it 'less my momma made it
Presidential tinted, type nigga to leave Obama waitin'
Niggas only actin' how they actin' 'cause you tolerate it
Eskimo furs, Alaskan crab dinners, never tie my sneakers
My uncle told me get cash, nigga, get freaky, my last liquor
[Chorus: Dave East]
Devil on my back, so I tried findin' God
Sold a couple packs, my nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas really steppers, bitch, we really drummers
Lots you niggas 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 nigga, 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