1st verse: This sh** is wicked on these mean streets, but all of my friends speak Cause we all that we got til these ends meet Middle finger the rest though, cause if we ain't grow from the jump Then you relating is done And whoever said the speakers was the easy way out, couldn't understand the mechanics And these f*ggot a** industry folk, granted 9 to 5 is how you survive But my moms had 2 jobs so for her, 9 to 5 was 5 to 9 My spirit broke, and my vision altered Cause you kno how visions go, it's either pray to God or Shawn Corey That's just being honest and that's what was before us And f** if it's worth the risk cuz that's just what we wanted I'd break bread with my day ones and school neighbors All the ones who wound up on the front of your newspaper sh** is dangerous, money and power is changing us Blood on the steeple, praying against d'evils Verse 2: We all wanted the spotlight And even if we're innocent we're scared of the cop lights The irony right?, we saw the same things vying for life It was either find a Dominican or find us a mic Thinking back when we first learned to make a decision And the thought of having to live with that as long as we're living It was like, a hand around my collar, saying to breathe And every time I'd attempt it would clench until I gave in I tried to hear me out but wasn't convinced And playing GQ made Bishop's of some of my friends Who could ever foresee We used to live for the night and now I'm paranoid tonight is my signal to leave All the years we were brother like Saw each other's mothers as the mother type and now you want my mother's light Well none of that is meant at all, so my call Is to guard her from that misery and make it yours, d'evils Verse 3: My flesh nobody can test, my soul is possessed With this beautiful mess called success, and I guess I'm at a point where I do sh** off the lonely Like "stupid I know you know me and your whole word owe me, strip!" Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my f**ing life And so my fans a**ume that I'm that f**ing type Low and behold I talk the sh** that I know cause I know it And my friends that's left are unloaders And so, what all of this means Is that they're ready to lick off if you should intervene I can't be held accountable, d'evils keep me around dudes That do whatever is needed for me to keep it how we seen it by the stoop Don't test me, I never cower But Ima brand so Paeso's will put you next to flowers Do believe as a lesson learned for the less inclined Raised as a Jehovah's Witness but might never get inside, d'evils