Elegant

Ayy, I still drink-, I'm a- Devil at the door Devil at the-, ayy, ayy I still drink syrup on the regular Devil at the door I thought about lettin' her in I still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? 'Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it You can ask "How much for a verse?", but it's irrelevant I think all you niggas flat and I'm prayin' you get back In Sky-ami in the Bentley, I still ride and be attract' It won't be the shit the biggest, crush you ever in a pack Niggas think they own yo' soul if they helped you in the past She think I'ma like 'em more 'cause she don't sell it, but it was cap I sent money back home, I thought I made it off that I ain't even know what was comin', it's niggas who sold they soul for that I can act like a shit 'bout money but I be speakin' what's on my mind But I be takin' for what it is I can't even feel my face, know my- I can't even feel my face, know my heart pump nothin' I make youngins run in a huddle I got richer because I'm stubborn And I still can't fake 'cause it'll embarrass the ones who love me If it ugly, they'd probably go and risk it all for me I be hopin' they relate but your life way too different from me And I still can't-, ayy, ayy, ayy I still drink syrup on the regular Devil at the door I thought about lettin' her in I still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? 'Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it Yeah, like that