Devious - Z

Rappers can’t stomach me, feel me their diagrams, I’m tryna get a couple O’s

together;

Venn diagram/

So even if the chips are down I always have the upper hand, I always keep a

trick up sleeve, ya gotta have a slight of hand/

Shout out mother Africa, Haiti;

that’s the motherland

Like moses with his staff in hand, we headed towards the holy land/

Open up your eyes, and look inside, right through the pineal glad,

ain’t heard a rapper rap like this since Missy E and timbaland/

ADD, no rit-alin, On point like a pyramid

My woman brown like cinnamon, You niggas sweet need insulin

You know the flow is sickening, disgusting, it’s ridiculous, I had to check on

niggas case somebody wants the stimulus/

On that NZT, that mean my train of thought is limitless, Niggas clout chasing,

you not famous man, your infamous/

Stupid—you can’t even tell the difference, prepare to watch a masterclass on

killah raps and skillfulness/

Fate called, that’s a number that I’m answering, got a date with destiny,

I’m definitely not cancelling

A calculated risk, my nigga, I’m not gambling, you worried bout a «such and

such», nigga quite rambling/

Luck of the devil or luck of the draw, a black man spends his whole life

ducking the law/

If you ain’t repping CES, then I ain’t fuckin with y’all, and if you talking

out your neck, you might get cut in your jaw

And If you coming coming for the kid, then you better pack a first aid

Everybody know I’m cutting edge like a switchblade, came out of a woman,

but I never been bitch made/

I write scripts, write rhymes, then I get paid, I can feel the rhythm change/

Niggas getting nervous, when I come around, I leave em stiff

Give em Rigimortus/

I’m what the game needs, the kid’s the missing ingredient, Killa, candid,

underhanded, sinister— I’m devious/

I’m Devious, I’m Devious, I'm Devious

I’m what the game needs, the kid’s the missing ingredient/

Killa, candid, underhanded, sinister— I’m devious/

I’m Devious/