The devil wants my soul

The devil wants my soul I call god But catch the dial tone The ones that say they love me the ones that hurt me bad tho Thru my persecution I’ve tried to find retribution Keep leaving messages With god hoping one day he answers Thru my trials and tribulations and obstacles I was faced with Had to fight a couple cases Felt like I was in the matrix Boxing around with sainting Blowing dro so I ain’t overthinking No more looking over shoulders Or whipping with baking soda I riding around with benlatin I new they was up and plotting Had to street these streets like Gotham Everybody wanna be a villain Everybody want them a million So I jumped up out the game And yes sir opened me a business Tell they cats just mind they business Still riding with melees looking at these Haters silly Tying to cross the finish line Only a few can keep up with me I’m deadly in dreams like Freddy I’m always focused and ready