Devil`s Work 2 Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Guess we gotta try this again
[Verse]
Dear Lord, I know that we been here before (Yeah)
It's been a long time, I hope that You don't slam the door
I tried to walk away but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like You don't even care no more (Facts)
'Cause since our last talk, You ain't playin' fair no more (Uh)
And when I pray, it kinda feel like You ain't there no more
I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'
But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more
And, no, I don't want no one else to die
Instead of tradin' souls, I got somethin' else in mind (Yeah)
There's a lot of moments that I wish that I could change
I could fix a lot of pain if You help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas never die (Yeah)
And maybe fix all the mistakes of those who still alive and give them all a second try (Damn)
Erase that Will Smith slap and turn him back around
Or wait 'til they get backstage so they could have it out (Yeah)
Or maybe make it so that Chris chose a different joke (Uh)
A different topic, somethin' Jada won't be mad about (Facts)
Matter of fact, let's talk about the shit I'm sad about
When Pop Smoke accidentally leaked that address out (Pssh)
Lord, You know the streets crazy, how You dropped the ball
When You know niggas keep a target on these rappers now? (Baow, baow, baow)
And give us Kobe Bryant back, we a mess without him (Uh)
Take back the day he ever stepped inside the helicopter
Make him take the car instead and forget the chopper
Maybe take a different route or get a different driver
Can't believe You took his daughter and she left behind him
It's kinda hard to see the positive and that's the problem
I know You don't make mistakes but I was hopin' You'd erase that bullshit so his family won't be left without him (Yeah)
And I wish I could fly to Russia on a different mission
And make 'em pay for puttin' Brittney Griner into prison (Word)
Or maybe You could bring her back to February 17th
And You could take the CBD so she ain't flyin' with it (Yeah)
Or maybe change that nine years and give her nine minutes (Minutes)
Or better yet, change the laws so they could stop trippin' (Trippin')
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I know that's a lot to wish and it ain't my business
But until You grant my wish, I ain't gon' stop wishin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
But Lord, listen, this shit urkin' me (Me)
How You take PNB? That shit absurd to me (Why You do that shit?)
So many questions 'bout that shit and it's disturbin' me (Word)
Like niggas can't eat waffles without security? (Security)
And niggas can't work hard and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)
That one hurt to see (Damn)
And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans take it personally
I know You hear me talkin', Lord, don't be curvin' me
Won't You take us back to Kylie Jenner's party (Pssh)
Before them shots hit the floor (Baow, baow)
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