AIN’T NO TELLIN DEVILISH TRIO

BAKER

Fresh start im up early wipe the crust from my eye
Thinking bout the cheddar cheese and any bud I can find
Time to get pay back knew a bitch from way back couldn’t make me bust a nut So I told her hit the track
Got no time to waste
Left that bitch with sour taste
Hate to think about your maker but it’s baker in the place
With the 3 from the ville come equip with poison skill
Injecting into the vein
It’s a high you love to feel
Boost the most just let me make a little toast
Gettin shitty on the mic I left a pile for the roast
Hold my nose high can catch these bows from the sky
Just a playa on attack so guard yourself or it’s your life
With the words and the verbs turn a verse into a purge
Taking names out the game all to fill my twisted urge
On the verge take a rise in the clouds sitting high never fill my appetite always hunting for a bite
Call me big man I feel the world in my hand plotting on another come up it’s the trio with the plan
Step back you feelin scared
Do not approach
Catch a grip before you slip
This how the story goes

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