I once knew a nigga who's real name was William
his primary concern was making a million
being the illest
hustla that the world had ever seen
he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen,
nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking out young chicks looking for
hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he built a reputation, cuz he could hustle and steal
but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real.
See, me and
nigga's like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities in other people
he fiended for props like addicts and needles
so he
felt that he needed to prove that he was evil
a
feeble minded young man with infinite potential...
it goes on and on, this is just part of the first verse!
Dance With the Devil is a
sick ass song
