speaking of the devils and angels

murda

got a big boy baguette

coulda shined harder together

bought a lambo coupe 'cause the doors spray like a feather

got the dough all green but it look off white like vanilla

got two ho's

me and i'm squeezed between in the middle

double r colored and i'm hoppin' out the back

umbrella

my key stone

turned that into maison margiela

the audemar grown

give it a little face in the middle

holdin' my own

i could change the climate and the weather

is it my phone

speaking of the devil

angels around me

i'm keeping several

that's the only thing i know

keep this together

i connect the phone

need three stacks like metals

know a bad one in d.c. but she too federal

money to friday

had to do something

got racks on my schedule

the molly

the percocets

she eat it up just like edibles

and i don't see no competitors

shoot at the head of a predator

any nigga want pressure

grab the tissue and watch how i bless 'em

my blessing a vessel

the way i'm running this shit

it ain't healthy

we gotta move stealthy

niggas been rich

now we tryna get wealthy

every time you around

you keep taking it down

tell me

how this gon' help me?"