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y.s.a - devil's pie lyrics

[verse 1 – y.s.a] we on the road to the riches and the good life
moving up but you still living the hood life
know how the value of a dollar feel?
you dont least anything, everything paid in hundreds and 50 dollar billz
slice of the devil’s pie
pockets filled wit drugs, money and pistols is like looking square into the devil’s eyes
know its the wrong way ta live, but u do it for ya kids
plus u love the way ya new bezil be looking fly
every other year u gotta trail in court
started slinging crack, cuz u dnt see money due to the child support
steady recooping up the cream, hustlers dream
ta be living lavish causing pollution of the fiends
when on the scene, u a boss wear the thugs walk
mind filled up wit profanity and drug talk
above all u a rebel in the eyes
of all the ppl tht know u, you even tell the sky god….

[hook: d’angelo] f-ck the slice we want the pie
why ask why till we fry
watch us all stand in line
for a slice of the devil’s pie
drugs and thugs women wine
three or four at a time
watch them stand all in line
for a slice of the devil’s pie

[verse 2 – y.s.a] her mind spinning off the glamour and the glits
i mean the glitz and the glamour, she juss wanna be rich
in a land thas so s-xist, diamonds and white lexus
ballers of all sorts, gleam shining off the necklaces
so even tho the street life is not the scene for u
everynight, u n another mans vehicle
hooking, ya legs open often
ya s-x is like a drug, cnt stand when men are drooling on ya soft skin
rolling ya eyes as hes kissing on ya abdomen
selling ya body for two jacksons and a hamilton
tht ain’t the life momma wanted u ta live
she was prayin u get married along wit a few kids
but instead u got caught up in the mans trap
being seductive everytime u in a mans lap
praying for change when she looks up n the sky
until she enters another mans ride, saying words like….

[verse 3 – y.s.a] all in all…. we ain’t promise tomorra
steady chasing after the power of the dollar
who can u call ya true friends
when everybody’s in the struggle, chasing after the loose ends
its a doggy dog world tht we living in
cuz everybody go they eyes on the benjamins
it a ruin life
how could the print “in god we trust”, full aware of what it does to the human life….

- y s a lyrics

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