[Lyric] Devil On My Shoulder Al Tarba ft. Little Vic (AlTarba)

I don't walk into the gates with a question
Hell that is, smell that shit
It's like the city on a night filled with love betrayal
Dreams filled with the blood of angels
I speak no evil I just breath to intrigue your people
God, what could you have done to make your seize deceitful
Then I saw the clouds shift in a ??
Rip me off of my feet preceded how is this
We gather the drinks, splatter in ink
As if my pen is more mighty than a javelin
Sinking into abundance
Shattering kids, had 'em al thinking
New York to France
Feed me or else I'm a true wolf
Your hands, slay and I drag 'em like Rudolf in Prancer
True talk, Little Vic is the new boss to answer
Moon wolf, walking like New York tarantulas

Chorus
See the devil on my shoulder, no angels around
And even if they trap me into the corner they better let me down
So I'm calling on you lord, to keep me close to the ground
I made some mistakes but my trust in these snakes will never be found
I feel like Saint Michael foot on the head of the devil ain't ??
But he's pushing up so yeah I got a brain like you
We can work together my pressure is loosely
?? When you let em get my movements
I say, 1 hell father, 2 hail mary's
1 bloody D, then I'm talking like hell hear me
I don't place any subliminal messages
With more criminals threating
With laws and moral abuse
Even worse bout to hang ignoring the news
Reaching forcely ??with the truth
With the war and the truth
I know you wanna hear about cars, rims and
Large cribs and stores, I'm shopping
But I'm not in the mood to battle with the top 10
So leave 'em to burn
Season return with an option
Little Vic Al'tarba
On earth

Chorus
See the devil on my shoulder, no angels around
And even if they trap me into the corner they better let me down
So I'm calling on you lord, to keep me close to the ground
I made some mistakes but my trust in these snakes will never be found
Sort by the mouth of mouth quick
Vic
Fast draw to blast y'all like Edinbourgh
It's a last call
To get a power surgeon I wet teens like shower curtains
US dreams I set sceams no ??
Who you testing
Stretch
Like dressing on your salad, squirting
Jack nicolson packing the act stripping 'em
Of the skin
God forbid I get hit
I'm too confy and plus out new company trust
The clew under me crutch
Changing gears now I'm constantly grinding
Feeling like a young kid with a monster behind him shit
But all set and done, what I done said
You're facing a 2 brain piece stuck in 1 head

Chorus
See the devil on my shoulder, no angels around
And even if they trap me into the corner they better let me down
So I'm calling on you lord, to keep me close to the ground
I made some mistakes but my trust in these snakes will never be found