Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

(Devil on my shoulder, ain’t no lookin’ over
Rebel the devil I been
This shit hard though, I ain’t gone lie though
I just been prayin’, prayin’)

Y’all done want the price, gotta let me know
(Gotta let me know)
Diamonds call ‘em ice, that’s the skelly stone (Skelly stone)
Money stackin’ high, yea it got a belly roll
Death by drownin’ in this damn sea-dweller roll (Yea, okay look)
He gone get to coffin, he don’t want the smoke
People come and go, where they go you don’t wanna know (You don’t wanna know)
It’s best you go down that road, that you don’t wanna go alone
Even in that Murcielago, you goin’ through ya own

Mind’s a tinted window, still can’t hide what’s shown
Silhouette’s in smoke, shadows everywhere you go (Everywhere you go)
Tryna make it out, but the devil bought the road (Hell nah)
God’ll take me now, stole my soul from the hole (Outta hell) now I’m cold
Born as sin, been tryna reborn again (Flip flip)
Yea I’m always on my demon shit, livin’ life amidst
Gotta find myself, within the Godly mist okay (Shit)
But these voices in my head, speakin’ louder than the script (God talk to me)
Every prayer, seemin’ like an echo in abyss
Satan speak for you, he the ventriloquist (Fuck that)
Like don’t you know, who the damn villain is (Get that shit)
Heaven on the line, you know I’m dialed in
Stick out with the bo, you know he violin (You know he violent)
Flick up I’m the boy, you know they flashin’ him
Her spinal that I broke, you know I’m tappin’ in (Nasty with it)
Yea I’m Michael with the riff, you know I’m chucklin’ (What a joke)
I’m Bo with the shift, you know I’m hustlin’ (I stay ballin’ out)
Yea I’m cold with the grit, more than a celibate (No sex yea)
Pockets lookin’ zip, might have to sell a bit
Hell of it done fell in it, just got melanin (Burn baby burn)
He’ll love it done felonies, for chameleons
I’m prayin’ through the night, been tryna settle shit (Help me God)
Scriptures on my mind, but I’m not ready yet yea (Flip, flip)
Demons on my back, hope he’s repellin’ it (He’s repellin’ it)
Cross ‘round my neck, that’s my weapon then (Sword of God)
Finna boss out my wrist, past ya time again (Check check)
Blink out the speck, what’s my vision then
Ink out the pen, I’m talkin’ black chicken (Money money)
Without the bitch, this plot can’t thicken (That ho got a fat ass)
Or can it? Nah, this my prison
Yea I’m lockin’ it, down this my sentence (Ya)
Yeah I’m tryna kick the devil out, like daily
He keep comin’ back like a rebel, he hate me
Chasin’ after bags like a redbull, I’m waking (Up yea)
Phasin’ out the lies, fuckin’ Satan done gave me (Lies on top of lies)
Yeah I’m passin’ it on (Passin’ it on), my problems my sorrows yeah they go on this song
Gotta sell it to them, or I’m through with it all (Fuck shit)
God took me off the planet, now I’m never gone fall

Y’all done want the price, gotta let me know
(Gotta let me know)
Diamonds call ‘em ice, that’s the skelly stone (Skelly stone)
Money stackin’ high, yea it got a belly roll
Death by drownin’ in this damn sea-dweller roll (Yea, okay look)
He gone get to coffin, he don’t want the smoke
People come and go, where they go you don’t wanna know (You don’t wanna know)
It’s best you go down that road, that you don’t wanna go alone
Even in that Murcielago, you goin’ thru ya own

(I worked my ass off to get where I am. You don’t slide into it, like a cheap pair of slippers and then reap all the rewards. I committed my life to this.)