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letra de rest in peace - dev the follower

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[verse 1: dev the follower]

just like a cop, i’m always strapped with a glock
when i pull up to your block your head’s getting swept with the mop
ugh, like an indian, i’ll take your top; this for pac
when you hear the pistol pop, the only thing you see is bodies drop

yo, inspired by nas, em & 2pac
no sleep, punch the clock, stay in swamps and the boondocks
you live in a gl-ss house, why the f-ck you threw rocks?
i’m not a bully but i’ll grab the wooly out the toolbox

let me take it all the way back like a kick returner
my parents say i’m fairly odd like i’m timmy turner
and i’m always getting laid like dismissing workers
f-ck mcdonalds, make a fortune rapping; i ain’t flippin’ burgers

haven’t you heard, i’m the sh-t, spread the fertilizer
not literal sh-t, bro, just spread the word around
creepin’ like a hound, you ain’t heard a sound
the feds turn around, the only thing they see is dev puttin’ the burner down
12 tapes, 1 year – quick turnaround
they ask me how, man, i probably had to burn a pound

came out from the gutter, out the mud, into the dumps
and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a speaker when there’s pounds in the trunk
all these tresp-ssers, my hitters had to ball ‘em up
i said that maybe i should build a wall like i’m donald trump

there’s a sheetz down the road, have you forgotten it?
get some gasoline, a bottle, then i’ll put a sock in it

a molotov, up in flames, it’s premium; so bottoms up
everyone i hit is still there; they‘ve never gotten up
if they’re there, then i have brought them up
but only for a check up ‘cause their motherf-ckin’ heart stopped
and if you do not like me, check me at the hard rock
i’ll keep on taking money ‘til i make your f-ckin’ heart throb

but if you’re talkin’ sh-t, then you better speak up
and when i pull up, i guarantee that your feet stuck
so you best remain laced up – 9 shots; -ss down and they face up
they say that i’m an -ss, they can say whatever they believe
at least my face don’t hide behind no maybelline makeup

all you haters drove me to chug some bourbon
and then someone dared me to get behind the wheel of a suburban
i don’t drink and drive but what if something’s urgent
like a suicide mission, towel around my head like a turban

but i’d rather wreck the chevy than crash the rover
hittin’ me will be like swinging at a m-ssive boulder
put you to your knees even though that m-ss is over
and now that you’re my slave, i am celebrating p-ssover

and i don’t want no beef even though it’s kosher
but i’ll knock you out as long as blood don’t stain my penny loafers

b-tch, the last thing you want from me is smoke
when i pull up, both you and your homies will be f-ckin’ toast

- dev the follower

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