SERAPH

My favorite rapper said that demons hate you when you angel Same time that he mentioned it I was living it In this life full of sedatives, selling out my soul and digging up this sediment had somehow made me militant I create and cling to habits like a call to arms. The present me still wonders how I got this far when this me crumbles into open arms The two of us share some similarities but both of us are worlds apart I see the devil wrapped in Prada I know that's too rich for my blood, I been broke down I hear lies within my circle I got pressure to be more than I know how I look to Rio de Janiero I see visions of me buried in cold ground I hold the soul of a pariah I been trying but I know how it goes down Calling me up, I couldn't wait Calling my name, I can't stay for the hold-up I'm without a pack, it's all gas -- petrol Smell of the fumes, I can't brake. Wait, hold up If I really don't cash no checks then I really don't have no flex. 50/50 my bet half that they love me to death and a half that they wish for my death. Ok, ok What's going on with the numbers? Can't say if you not from where I come from Mariachi in the streets every night and your last lullaby might come from a warm gun That's why I'm pressing luck instead of pulling triggers And if I say all the right words then the mishaps just might miss you I see the devil wrapped in Prada I know that's too rich for my blood, I been broke down I hear lies within my circle I got pressure to be more than I know how I look to Rio de Janiero I see visions of me buried in cold ground I hold the soul of a pariah I been trying but I know how it goes down Y'all wait for a green light I don't see traffic -- highway too high If they get to talking crazy I'll hit 'em with a DDoS, I don't mean three stripes Destiny's casanova, baby, how I'm in it for the long-run -- move 'cause I'm on one I hit the gas then dash past what you claim you could match Push it back to Texas, then I make them proceeds grow. I been on that two-step grind just making sure my dough sees dough And they think they deserve the world but they won't work for it. They pretend they don't know about blood, sweat, and tears until they go spilling yours I see the devil wrapped in Prada I know that's too rich for my blood, I been broke down I hear lies within my circle I got pressure to be more than I know how I look to Rio de Janiero I see visions of me buried in cold ground I hold the soul of a pariah I been trying but I know how it goes down