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Devil's Payment Video (MV)




Performed By: Rorschach Inkblot
Length: 3:04
Written by: D'Andre Smith




Rorschach Inkblot - Devil's Payment Lyrics




Please get the f*ck out my way
You cannot handle my pace
I move as fast as Usain
I'm bout to run through the flames
Niggas stay testing me try to finesse on me but keep i breaking them down
Make em feel sober but high and tipped over and make sure they drop to the ground
Bitch I'm Rick Ross i'm bossing
Looking so clean stay flossing
From another world no crossing
Nigga drop pain they love It
Versatile nigga go from rap to heavy metal
Steaming in a kettle niggas don't know to settle
Got you feeling shakey maybe squishy maybe Jello
Come into my playhouse with the devil

I've been seeing evil faces man the devils playing
Step inside the cracked dimension seeing devils payment
Heart is black with no emotion take the evil way in
It may take a couple days to just get what I'm saying

I'm alone at a hill top
Wanna make all the pain stop, Make all the rain drop
Do I fear death, I think not
I don't care for my name I'm drained when that thing pop
Going cray when the cage locked
Shit I feel like my mind f*cked up in a hot box
Am i faded man I think not
I'm feeling wrecked at the same time clock going tick tock
I don't got too much time left
Man I'm so down and depressed
Can my damn heart just digest
All the fake love it processed
A nigga bout to go up in the clouds
Its not as crazy as it really sounds
So know what, I'm bout to jump off and go drown
Die as as the king that never got his crown

Running through my old ways
Feeling mighty dazed and it might be from the
Might be from the propane
And the smell got me dizzy got me feel a little
Ill and i'm in pain
Aye can I get I get away just from being
From being enslaved
Like I gotta walk through life with a stain on my chest

To control my rep
Rag dolled through the hood thrown by all these sets
But who's next to try and come and take a real one
They don't know I pump rounds just like a shotgun
Don't take it slow now, If you take it slow down
Where the f*ck I go now
Rolling through life with my head and my hood down i'm lost now
What the f*ck I do now i'm gone now
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Please get the f*ck out my way
You cannot handle my pace
I move as fast as Usain
I'm bout to run through the flames
Niggas stay testing me try to finesse on me but keep i breaking them down
Make em feel sober but high and tipped over and make sure they drop to the ground
Bitch I'm Rick Ross i'm bossing
Looking so clean stay flossing
From another world no crossing
Nigga drop pain they love It
Versatile nigga go from rap to heavy metal
Steaming in a kettle niggas don't know to settle
Got you feeling shakey maybe squishy maybe Jello
Come into my playhouse with the devil

I've been seeing evil faces man the devils playing
Step inside the cracked dimension seeing devils payment
Heart is black with no emotion take the evil way in
It may take a couple days to just get what I'm saying

I'm alone at a hill top
Wanna make all the pain stop, Make all the rain drop
Do I fear death, I think not
I don't care for my name I'm drained when that thing pop
Going cray when the cage locked
Shit I feel like my mind f*cked up in a hot box
Am i faded man I think not
I'm feeling wrecked at the same time clock going tick tock
I don't got too much time left
Man I'm so down and depressed
Can my damn heart just digest
All the fake love it processed
A nigga bout to go up in the clouds
Its not as crazy as it really sounds
So know what, I'm bout to jump off and go drown
Die as as the king that never got his crown

Running through my old ways
Feeling mighty dazed and it might be from the
Might be from the propane
And the smell got me dizzy got me feel a little
Ill and i'm in pain
Aye can I get I get away just from being
From being enslaved
Like I gotta walk through life with a stain on my chest

To control my rep
Rag dolled through the hood thrown by all these sets
But who's next to try and come and take a real one
They don't know I pump rounds just like a shotgun
Don't take it slow now, If you take it slow down
Where the f*ck I go now
Rolling through life with my head and my hood down i'm lost now
What the f*ck I do now i'm gone now
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Writer: D'Andre Smith
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