devon culbert – d.i.g.m.e. lyrics
[produced by aaron deux]
[intro]
the shooters with ruegers, the rulers, the losers, they f-cking with me
the stoners with doja, the ones that ain’t sober, they f-cking with me
the loners, the tyrants, the ones with peeled eyelids, they f-cking with me
aap diamond gang, yeah we be on our way, call that sh-t andale, f-cking with me?
[verse 1]
swear to god i wanna stay monogamous, just me, myself, and my accomplishments
but i still be keeping my promises so i’m trying to get me that scholarship
and i won’t f-ck with no college b-tch, skinny bittie but i know she be swallowing
and inspectah deck warned me about them tecs so you know i’m protecting my esophagus
sober soul spit them narcotics melodic, ironic that i don’t hit chronic though
i just flow off of them phonics and float on hydraulics so tell me whatchu need that juana for
i sip that water ho, good for my vision my third eye is splitting, i’m feeling this sh-t and
you know, i’ll be the martyr bro, i’m driven, it’s given, i’ve risen, so listen
met this chick that’ll go unamed, long story short, we ain’t feel the same
and lemme tell you i felt some pain, she ain’t even respond to my messages
then aaron told me about his chain and zay told me they all the same
so f-ck that b-tch and it’s onto the next and f-ck yo text, man what’s yo name?
play the game, i got next, at all potential hit the buzzer beater
i’m like jordan way before his rubber sneakers and the scores are pouring but the jumper cleaner
tryna tour florida with some b-mping speakers, so i spit the ether and i’m undefeated
it ain’t coming easy but man f-ck the bleeders i need all the bleachers and a stage to feature
so you know, the shooters with ruegers, the rulers, the losers, they f-cking with me
the stoners with doja, the ones that ain’t sober, they f-cking with me
the loners, the tyrants, the ones with peeled eyelids, they f-cking with me
aap diamond gang, yeah we be on our way, call that sh-t andale, f-cking with me?
[verse 2]
you can still be empty once you fill your closet
and yo pockets with deposits and got p-ssy on the carpet
f-ck being modest i got partnas with no fathers
so that’s probably why we cautious with them proverbs and our profit
excuse my pauses, i just get a lil nauseous
when a lot of what i say is honesty and honestly
if i wrote it and i rapped it then it’s noted and it happened
as a toddler or tomorrow or to the homies up in prison
listen, i’m on a mission and my marta won’t get
derailed by these females or the details
of your record contract, i’ll reck you when in combat
and when i come back you all gon’ be behind me
i’m still a young rapper with ambitions of a tde
signee, you know where to find me, at the crime scene
with my hands all grimy and a shiny murder weapon
that i used to sever all connections with you greedy muf-ckas
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