What’s up y’all it’s yeah it’s Devon My flow angelic like I fell out of the heavens boy I do it from my Kevins Heart That’s how you can tell the real and the fake apart I done came a long way from yesterday It’s been tough but I’m still getting it boy Left the them niggas in the past So that means we ain’t friends And I’ll do it again naw I don’t fuck with you I’m hoping that you get a clue All I’m speaking is the true Keep that shit over there A solitaire I’m some like the President You is the mayor Understand we do not compare Bitch where It’s called debonair You gon get to hating when I show you who I am You gon get mad when I take your girlfriend I ain’t Aloe Black But I’m black and I’m back and the mfing man I ain’t bragging But I’m just saying So the Fuck is you saying B.L.U.E. And he never Bland Doing what God planned And I’ll never tell my right hand Here it is tomorrow And I’m up on they necks They thinking that I won’t gon go far But that’s why it’s called tomorrow I’m getting checks Don’t know what’s next But to get mo checks Yeah I’m bout to flex That’s what I’m doing Tomorrow And I’m feeling blessed That’s why I only care for tomorrow