Timente Asurgund (Fear the Rise)

[Verse 1: Devin Miles] Crusin' I creep slow, kill 'em I'm lethal White bitch passenger-side giving deep throat till I finito Don't see no equals on behalf of my people We gon' grind cause it's our time Never stop till I'm on that steeple Motivation is c note Shorty got that murder she wrote She know I kill that pussy crime scenes the cops freeze those At the bar, I'm buying shots you know I'm legal I just step out and show face and they show hate and then we be ghost My nigga Vince said, "Any problems you should leave those, you got this game on lock no combination or a keyhole." I'm knocking at the door, hand over the peephole You deny my entry then it's battering rams on each door I see them questioning how long I'll have this lead for As long as they itching and I keep giving what they fiend for I hope you recognize the truth And if you've got some tissues I swear you fuckers will need those [Verse 2: Devin Miles] Faded Sipping gin straight They comparing me to others as if I mimicked the template I'm sure they swoll, cause my line of bitches is ten straight They claim they getting better and better I've been great, you feel me? My palms itching I need Ben-gay In withdraw from paper every second I don't get cake That kush we blowing that master call it sensei My white boys get it my vatos comprende My niggas know the deal they gon' ride till the end days We got a common best friend, my nigga Ben Frank I learned niggas I was cool with, had been fake They lucky I don't get that off my chest I don't bench weight I'm chilling in the cut and I just lie low That medical I'm fucking with fire like a pyro I'm highed up and got my eyes low Smirking at niggas and everything that they ride for This the shit I die for The shit I die for Nigga