Aye Unk, put this on the grill
Quick to say I'm guilty when I try to tell the truth, uh
Quick to say I'm guilty when I try to tell the truth
I hate to speak about the facts and shit I really used to do
The devil got me in a grip, I hope the angels cut me loose
I got the scheming in my mind, don't know what else I had to do
And scared to death the day I die, just know that I accept my fate, uh
I can never listen when there's demons in my face, uh
Devil in my ear about the choices I done made, uh
Devil in my ear about the choices I done made
I been through toxic shit, devil by my side, I gotta keep a stick
I just want that Rollie on my wrist, I gotta to sell a brick
Come from fiending, come from starving, need a Gina like a Martin
I just gotta keep myself together, tryna keep from starving
I know life can be a bitch
Take a shot, it hit or miss
I know how that struggle is
Two bedrooms with seven kids
Outside playin' with other kids, yeah, yeah
Playin' with that dirt, playin' with that fire
Know that it's gon' hurt, know that she a liar
When I die, better slide for me
Better pull out that G
When I die, better slide for me
Better be playing for keys, yeah
Quick to say I'm guilty when I try to tell the truth
I hate to speak about the facts, the shit I really used to do
The devil got me in a grip, I hope the angels cut me loose
I got this scheming in my mind, don't know what else I had to do
And scared to death the day I die, just know that I accept my fate, uh
I can never listen when there's demons in my face, uh
Devil in my ear about the choices I done made, uh
Devil in my ear about the choices I done made