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Unaverage Gang - Devil Made Me Do It Lyrics




Dropping mothaf*ckas straight down to the pit
If you f*cking with Unaverage Gang
You f*ckers R.I.P.
Bitch I'm rolling with the shadows
The darkness is stuck inside of me
All up in the cut leave you bleeding
Bitch do not bother me
Catch me burning crosses
Turning these niggas into carcasses
Feening for the feeling of the death
So I'm here to murder shit
Grip my Glock tight
I'm an assassin on the scope
Bitch I'm here to end your life
Leave you leaking on the floor
I don't give a f*ck about the fame
I'm here to run the game
I think my Choppa got the hiccups
And it's scattering your brain
Swear that all the voices in my head
Just start to sound the same
The devil hiding in disguise
I feel him every day

It's always running thru my mind
It stays the same
Wether it be a couple bodies
Take a shotty to the brain
All the pain that's always rising up inside of me
You'll never get the chance to even feel you can confide in me
This shit is hard to say
With the amount that I give away
Passing everyday
I wonder what I can takeaway
This shit is crazy
I feel like I'm going insane
I'm entering the crazy house
And got bottles of pain
I'm overlooking all the decisions
I made from my visions
It doesn't matter what I had to do to get my commission
I'm always looking out
If the game only brings me pain
Then you have to take me out
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Dropping mothaf*ckas straight down to the pit
If you f*cking with Unaverage Gang
You f*ckers R.I.P.
Bitch I'm rolling with the shadows
The darkness is stuck inside of me
All up in the cut leave you bleeding
Bitch do not bother me
Catch me burning crosses
Turning these niggas into carcasses
Feening for the feeling of the death
So I'm here to murder shit
Grip my Glock tight
I'm an assassin on the scope
Bitch I'm here to end your life
Leave you leaking on the floor
I don't give a f*ck about the fame
I'm here to run the game
I think my Choppa got the hiccups
And it's scattering your brain
Swear that all the voices in my head
Just start to sound the same
The devil hiding in disguise
I feel him every day

It's always running thru my mind
It stays the same
Wether it be a couple bodies
Take a shotty to the brain
All the pain that's always rising up inside of me
You'll never get the chance to even feel you can confide in me
This shit is hard to say
With the amount that I give away
Passing everyday
I wonder what I can takeaway
This shit is crazy
I feel like I'm going insane
I'm entering the crazy house
And got bottles of pain
I'm overlooking all the decisions
I made from my visions
It doesn't matter what I had to do to get my commission
I'm always looking out
If the game only brings me pain
Then you have to take me out
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Writer: Angel Cabrera, Anthony Schleining, Beau Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave


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