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Performed By: The The
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Hakeem Scott




The The - Lucifer Lyrics




R-r-r-r-r-Rusty on the beat
Let's go
Don't walk that way
I tell myself that everyday

Don't talk that way
The inner city kids need a way
My heart is like dice
You know I came to play

With no guidance Watch her dreams faded grey
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now
Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lunar

Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now
Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lunar

Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Oh shit, young and so cold with this shit
Young and so going off the pip, hoes on my dick
Shorty say I'm smooth with this shit

Nigga need dudes with the whip, nigga cool with this shit
Why you gon' lie like that boy
Tryna be fly like that boy
I'm really tryna fly like that boy

MJ with the dunk, tat backboard
Told my wife she can have what she ask for
I'ma sit back, I cannot fall
Nigga disrespect, he get knocked off

I ain't got time for these haters, pop the clutch, MD waiters
I'ma go get the paper
Feed my brother, he slaves up
All the money I saved up

I can never be a changer
I ain't tryna waste my time
I ain't tryna lose my mind, lose my cool
Young nigga act like a fool

Young nigga really make a move, let's get him now
Do anything around, tryna bring him down
Four pound, couple rounds, then make a sound
In these hallowed streets

Where the red can break like concrete
Where the cops sirens all day
But still my people don't survive
I crossed these paths a thousand times

To not see change
Treat a shirt filled with blood stains
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Like hold up
Let me switch the flow up

They know us
But wait, why I be rappin' like this
Why I be trappin' like this
Shooters on, go they don't miss

You hear what I said, young nigga coastin
Make your bitch eat her dick, put her in the lake
Locked now, I'm Hulk Hogan
Think I'm funny, crawl, gon' clap, bitch

You boys think I'm jokin
Just know if it ain't that green or purple
Then it ain't bullshit
D1 be the chosen, can't stop now

We gon' rise to the top now
Clothes from God, I'm not with that Lucifer, tell you the truth
We got them shooters, bruh, think he a gangster
Hit your medulla up, ice got a edge, crow nigga

Find you in that mirror, ass go in the booth
And we zooted up, guns makin' noise, you can get muted up
I do a lot, bro, niggas don't do enough
Yeah, at 12 years old made a Rubella bus, haha
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R-r-r-r-r-Rusty on the beat
Let's go
Don't walk that way
I tell myself that everyday

Don't talk that way
The inner city kids need a way
My heart is like dice
You know I came to play

With no guidance Watch her dreams faded grey
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now
Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lunar

Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now
Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lunar

Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Oh shit, young and so cold with this shit
Young and so going off the pip, hoes on my dick
Shorty say I'm smooth with this shit

Nigga need dudes with the whip, nigga cool with this shit
Why you gon' lie like that boy
Tryna be fly like that boy
I'm really tryna fly like that boy

MJ with the dunk, tat backboard
Told my wife she can have what she ask for
I'ma sit back, I cannot fall
Nigga disrespect, he get knocked off

I ain't got time for these haters, pop the clutch, MD waiters
I'ma go get the paper
Feed my brother, he slaves up
All the money I saved up

I can never be a changer
I ain't tryna waste my time
I ain't tryna lose my mind, lose my cool
Young nigga act like a fool

Young nigga really make a move, let's get him now
Do anything around, tryna bring him down
Four pound, couple rounds, then make a sound
In these hallowed streets

Where the red can break like concrete
Where the cops sirens all day
But still my people don't survive
I crossed these paths a thousand times

To not see change
Treat a shirt filled with blood stains
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Can't stop now, I'ma rise to the top now
Tell shorty make it pop now

Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lonely
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Like hold up
Let me switch the flow up

They know us
But wait, why I be rappin' like this
Why I be trappin' like this
Shooters on, go they don't miss

You hear what I said, young nigga coastin
Make your bitch eat her dick, put her in the lake
Locked now, I'm Hulk Hogan
Think I'm funny, crawl, gon' clap, bitch

You boys think I'm jokin
Just know if it ain't that green or purple
Then it ain't bullshit
D1 be the chosen, can't stop now

We gon' rise to the top now
Clothes from God, I'm not with that Lucifer, tell you the truth
We got them shooters, bruh, think he a gangster
Hit your medulla up, ice got a edge, crow nigga

Find you in that mirror, ass go in the booth
And we zooted up, guns makin' noise, you can get muted up
I do a lot, bro, niggas don't do enough
Yeah, at 12 years old made a Rubella bus, haha
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Writer: Hakeem Scott
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