Backwood Brad x Young G Ball x Thicc Criss - Devices

Im fed up
I done threw
These devices
Y'all only communicate
Through these devices
I'm hands on
But I can't put these hands on you
Through these devices
Relax so Brad can breathe
Watch me bring
A vision to life
Not Wandas dream
The internets
revolving memes
So quick to solving things
Barry Allen
Life moving
Wally West
Tryna match
The speed
If you wanna know what it's like to be rushin' (Russian)
Ask Khabib
All this hard work
I'll be the last to leave
You're littering
You don't flow like the ocean
Get that trash out the sea
The path to peace
Is contaminated
Pathogens
In the water
Cloud my
Empathic speech
The energy
Of a tailed beast of
An empath
Would need
The sage
Travels to heal
But
Only after his savage deeds
The gods will not hear your pleads
We're here to iron the linens
Things y'all pressed to see
On a keyboard
Just board pressn keys
This ain't like hooping
Fighting through a pick
I'm being attacked through a screen
Im fed up
I done threw
These devices
Y'all only communicate
Through these devices
I'm hands on
But I can't put these hands on you
Through these devices
You pretty perfect
Though the internet
You can pull on me right now
I ain't lied yet
We rolling blunts not cigarettes
I ain't worried bout keyboard text
Honestly my flow a key
Under board rest
After sex
Get the keys to the whip
Then I fetch
She said ya boi look small
Now I'm king stretch
Air hustling on the convo
Moms want next
You salty slugs fall back in ya shells
I'm tryin have the money coming
Like waters in wells
Take care of ya self for ya
Feet turn swell
And imma do the same through
This hell as well
I know you all fake popping
Call it a movie
Watching me closely
Copy my movements but
I ain't got time to give to y'all Shiny floors when
We roll like bowling ball
Im fed up
I done threw
These devices
Y'all only communicate
Through these devices
I'm hands on
But I can't put these hands on you
Through these devices
Im fed up
I done threw
These devices
Y'all only communicate
Through these devices
I'm hands on
But I can't put these hands on you
Through these devices
All these distractions
Sales don't matter
It's only reactions
Little compassion
But a large capacity
For the madness
Often desires turn toxic
Emotional damage
Lonely attachments
Oh no it's a catfish
I won't be giving
My address
Its enough
You in my inbox
With pictures
Of an actress
Paid for adds full of
These bots
On every keyword
In ya status
On dry land
We grow like cactus
The pot pans
Boil hot madness
They like how you do this
It's not magic
Boy flow stay on double backflip
It's hard for me
To pay my attention
Cuz the things
I learned up on my own
They wanna listen
Plus I know that shit you saying
All be fiction
I be off in traffic
Wheels catching traction
I be in transition
A pill to the pack men
You can keep on typing
Im a keep on hustling
I don't think y'all matter
I don't think ya nothing
Looking in the mirror
I bet ya glass is busting
I use to think I know it all to
But once you get up and move
You know that ain't true
A lot to learn
On the underline roots
You judge without knowing
That be a fool
I wake up in the morning
Got a routine
You prolly throw shade on that too
If you knew things
You never know what's going on
Before ya dead wrong
Ya better check ya mood swings
Im fed up
I done threw
These devices
Y'all only communicate
Through these devices
I'm hands on
But I can't put these hands on you
Through these devices

Written by:
Bradlee Patrick, Stephen Hall, Stephen Hall Jr.

Publisher:
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