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devin the ripper - inside out lyrics

got the rollie fl!cking out the car n_gga
feeling holy, sitting like a god n_gga
i’m hermes, racing down 95
weaving in and out of traffic after what is mine
build to hustle, end game to an endless grind
and when you heating like the sun, it’s hard to stop your shine
told n_ggas album done and i ain’t in my prime
it’s a lot left to face these mountains i’m about to climb
valleys imma conquer, sowing like a farmer
venni vetti vecci cause i’m gravitating to that mantra
and when this accomplished, it’s hard not to flaunt it
and when you moving this hard, who the f_ck can stop you
i’m a f_ckin’ army, let me get my barings
a true rebel to this game; i’m john dillinger
that’s who you dealing with, cause i’m the realest since
nip hussle and atlantic did a joint venture ship

grind it up, break down
how much we rollin’? about a pound
few in the air, i’m catching her stare
i’m the tracing thighs on her i’m taking there
i traveled west, got in the zone
learned the game and how to spit it
and i brought it home
this sh_t is true what imma do
is be the realest bicoastal since amaru
another day, another loss, another funeral
picking out a coffin, finding one that suitable
hollow points are hoola hooping out the subaru
it’s raining hard from the field than a hooper do
i ain’t use to you and you ain’t knowing me
i ride alone but can mobilize 30 deep
that’s inadvertently, cause what is serving me
is a bad b_tch draped in all black ver_sa_ce
my versace hoe, she like to spot me doe
and patch a n_gga up like bonnedacci shirt
she ride in the dirt, she be hiding the hurt
but any given moment, she like to ride up her skirt
my life is certain, cause i’m running this sh_t
i’m on the home stretch, open up striding and sh_t
i silence the critics with the stats and digits
my last dance going down as a dynasty n_gga

grind it up, break down
how much we rollin? about a pound
few in the air, i’m catching her stare
i’m the tracing thighs on her i’m taking there
i traveled west, got in the zone
learned the game and how to spit it
and i brought it home
this sh_t is true what imma do
is be the realest bicoastal since amaru
b_tches break they back to bend over the god
you a lame and i’m everything she say you not
i’m break her down and dig her out, she don’t wanna stop
she hopping off and hopping on like a metro stop
caught the green line home to branch ave
taught slim a few things, cause i’m a class act
i’m on my 100th lap, my 10,000 hours
reign coming forecasting like an april shower
i’m earning all the power, i’m gaining my respect
n_ggas want the fame, but they ain’t earned it yet
weeks of work can get you first class and check
years of work and you can buy your own f_ckin’ jet
20 decade will be my dynasty period
talk my own sh_t til’ you n_ggas get tired of hearing
then talk it some more, i’m breaking the door
jam my foot in to see what the f_ck is in store

- devin the ripper lyrics

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