Devin Miles - Timente Asurgund (Fear the Rise) lyrics

[Verse 1: Devin Miles] Crusin' I creep slow, k** 'em I'm lethal White b**h pa**enger-side giving deep throat till I finito Don't see no equals on behalf of my people We gon' grind cause it's our time Never stop till I'm on that steeple Motivation is c note Shorty got that murder she wrote She know I k** that p**y crime scenes the cops freeze those At the bar, I'm buying shots you know I'm legal I just step out and show face and they show hate and then we be ghost My n***a Vince said, "Any problems you should leave those, you got this game on lock no combination or a keyhole." I'm knocking at the door, hand over the peephole You deny my entry then it's battering rams on each door I see them questioning how long I'll have this lead for As long as they itching and I keep giving what they fiend for I hope you recognize the truth And if you've got some tissues I swear you f**ers will need those [Verse 2: Devin Miles] Faded Sipping gin straight They comparing me to others as if I mimicked the template I'm sure they swoll, cause my line of b**hes is ten straight They claim they getting better and better I've been great, you feel me? My palms itching I need Ben-gay In withdraw from paper every second I don't get cake That kush we blowing that master call it sensei My white boys get it my vatos comprende My n***as know the deal they gon' ride till the end days We got a common best friend, my n***a Ben Frank I learned n***as I was cool with, had been fake They lucky I don't get that off my chest I don't bench weight I'm chilling in the cut and I just lie low That medical I'm f**ing with fire like a pyro I'm highed up and got my eyes low Smirking at n***as and everything that they ride for This the sh** I die for The sh** I die for n***a