Letter to the Devil Lyrics Finesse2Tymes
Wrote a letter to the Devil
Finesse, two of ’em
Wrote a letter to the Devil
Wrote a letter to the Devil
My stomach *** up, but I’m still drankin’ (Still drankin’)
I’m s’posed to be putting my health first
I’m makin’ sure everyone else good
I’m s’posed to be putting myself first (Me)
If that *** wanna go, I can’t save her (Go dat way)
Best friend done turned to a hater (Ah, ***)
*** takin’ my kindness for weakness, the record label wanna play with my paper (The ***?)
They want me to play dumb, I ain’t (I ain’t)
Baby mamas want love, I can’t (I can’t)
Actin’ innocent like you a saint (Huh?)
Get the *** out my face ‘fore I blank (***)
Family members want play on my mental (Why?)
Turn a humble man to a killer (Like hrrrt)
You speak on my name, I ain’t squashin’ ***
When I see, I gotta get with him (It’s war)
This morning I wrote me a letter (What it say?)
Seem like I can’t get it together (I can’t)
I’m slowly turnin’ to a rebel (I’m switchin’)
Might as well give my life to the devil (Like “*** it”)
What the *** God doin’ for me? (Huh?)
Death gotta be good, ’cause life hurts (It gotta be)
Social media playin’ with a *** name
The fame and money make life worse (Make life worse)
I try to find peace in my kids (But what?)
But my baby momma want me to pay for it (Wait for it)
I already tried to work it out (I tried)
I already tried to pray for it (Amen)
Hearing voices, I’m weak, I can’t sleep (I can’t)
Losin’ weight, I’m stressin’, I can’t eat (I can’t eat)
Mama told me to think ‘fore I do it
I’m tryin’, I promise, but Mama, I can’t think
I’d rather go vent to my fans
Can’t vent to my mans, that *** might judge me (*** might judge)
It don’t even feel right when they hug me (It don’t)
I don’t like when folks tell me they love me (Don’t say that)
I don’t like when folks tell me they with me (Don’t say that)
How the *** you with me? You just met me (That’s cap)
Stopped wearin’ my chains around niggas, ’cause jewelry’ll make niggas jealous (That’s crazy)
You countin’ another ***’s pockets (Another ***’s pockets)
Worryin’ ’bout another *** profit (Worryin’ ’bout another *** profit)
Sit and watch another *** pop it (Watch another ***)
Haters turnt up, they thought I was flopping (They thought)
I’m at war with niggas I don’t know (I don’t know them)
Niggas askin’ for *** I don’t owe (I don’t owe them)
*** ain’t got a hundred thousand dollars, but they talmbout uppin’ the score (Broke as hell)
You countin’ another ***’s pockets (Another ***’s pockets)
Worryin’ ’bout another *** profit (Worryin’ ’bout another *** profit)
Sit and watch another *** pop it (Watch another ***)
Haters turnt up, they thought I was flopping (They thought)
I’m at war with niggas I don’t know (I don’t know them)
Niggas askin’ for *** I don’t owe (I don’t owe them)
*** ain’t got a hundred thousand dollars, but they talmbout uppin’ the score (Broke as hell)
My heart on zero below (I’m cold)
Wrote a letter to the Devil
I got my life on DnD right now
Wrote a letter to the Devil
I don’t want to be disturbed
Wrote a letter to the Devil
This my letter to the Devil
But I don’t *** with you, ***
Wrote a letter to the Devil
If you want me, come get me
Ain’t *** up here no way