Weapon X - Tragedy, Devajia Sensei

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Devajia

Step outside in my Timberlands trying to cop a gram, trying to feed the fam

Trying to do my dance in my Timberlands, nigga talking, Ruger make him limber

man

Imma shoot a nigga if he’s playing games, got no time for lames,

switching in my lane

Nigga trying to get that paper man, trying to cop a jet, fuck them paper planes

Cobain with the cold pain (High)

Hi I’m trying to marry Mary Jane

Airplane when I’m insane (Eeeeerrrr)

Foolish shit, move it that way

I’m feeling cold and insane, got narcotics all in my brain

I’m trying to bring on the reign, paper chasing nigga stay in your lane

Trap with the snapback, I keep me a hazmat

Sick flow with the metronome, pass me the microphone

808 ride the flow, take my dick in her throat

Thumping her pelvis, I’m busting, it’s time to go!

Zero immunity, devil community, haters they all wanna pressure me

Also the negativity while rapping humbly

Clearly nobody see talent inside of me

Devajia came here to play, I rock with the syndicate, fuck out the way

Niggas don’t know what to say, Triptsunami and I’m bringing the wave

Don’t fuck with the sauce, I’m the chef (Mix It Up!)

Got bullets for niggas that flex (Bah Bah Bah!)

Got hands like that nigga Artest (Bah!)

I’m Mr. Clean, don’t make a mess (Don't You Dare!)

People tell me that I’m difficult, don’t understand that I’m mental though

12 and the nina, the bottle of ivy them niggas don’t know that I’m going strong

I want the numb it all white, speaking through every supply

Pull up to your trap tonight, pain hits the ankle on sight, yah,

I’m feeling right!

Light shining down on me, fuck how you wanna be

Strapped up religiously, G17 on me

Nigga just trying to eat, catching that fuckery

Back the fuck back with your B, catch this 20 B

And I keep some fucking recipe, niggas still salty like under sea

Can’t under see what I can’t over see, niggas still talking like they standing

next to me

Fuck you if I come to mall side

They trip on the haters, they highlight

All the good deeds that you done right, let’s pay him a trip via slide by

Then I pull a Visa side swipe

Cop us rentals then we get high

Shots in the air like a swim competition

I’m ready to go, nigga give me the mission

I scribble this shit like a scripture description

This cypher is scriptured by yung trip intentions

But where did I get no instructions but failure leads to your discretion,

don’t push on my buttons!

Young nigga still rocking my 20s and they know they roll, they seen that they

dull

Look in the barrel right through that black hole

Watch as it (???)

Niggas be hungry, we weary and greedy

Niggas ain’t eating, Trip be squeezing uzis

Switching up cars like we switching up sets

Hella shit nice so you best come up best

Can’t trust you niggas and can’t trust you hoes

Back the fuck back, trying to dance on my toes

Imma go MJ on haters by moon walking woes (???) yah

Brinks Truck Remix

Shout out to uh Slxm Jxmmi

Yo boy with the Rae Sremmurd

Big shout out (Jim!)

Yo Devajia on the track (Jim Jim Jim)