Dramatone Mr. Crowley Lyrics

[Verse 1: DramaTone]
Never goin' chain like fast the profit
I used to keep cash in my jacket pocket
Who would've thought I was Lucifer's children?
Dressin' in black and my shooters are willin'
To kill anyone 'cause I say so
Lucifer die in a Range Rov'
Live from the chain, so high from the zane, go
Live for the fame, bro, tied to the xan
Tied to the pain pill, like a motherf*cker, talk that
Two clips in the trap when I'm heartless
They don't want it with the killer, they be cautious
I don't think it's ever been nobody monstrous
Y'all just wanna go together when it's conflict
Nobody really taught me how to profit
I don't wanna be around a god ship
I don't like to speak about the nonsense
Always be real when they temptin' me
Y'all do not know what that meant for me
Shallow the creature preventin' me
Stand in the deep, you defenseless, bro
Y'all are just sheep and I meant that, bro
Y'all could just keep what I left with you
Y'all could be deep with the maggots
Y'all could be sleep with the petulance
[Chorus: DramaTone]
Like, Mr. Crowley
Did you talk to the dead?
Did you walk with the people that's lost and deceitful?
They toxic and crossin' your head
Like, Mr. Crowley
Did you think you were pure?
With the Vatican blue, shatter the truth
I'ma laugh in the face of the rappers that do, I'm a god

[Verse 2: DramaTone]
Damn it, Tone, I never ran with nine
Used to dream 'bout death and God
Used to seem like I was less than y'all
Used to keep the smith & wesson tucked
Fake fentanyl, now I check the bars
Sugarcoat shit, y'all fine with frontin'
Y'all talk loud, but mine a hunnid
Everybody thinkin' they could try to touch me I'll die when the sky get [?] vile and bustin'
I don't wanna wonder why the blood ain't dry yet
Feelin' like the drugs ain't lied to me
People in the mirror wanna talk now
That's another reason I don't vibe with 'em
Y'all just flies on the wall
I don't think I'll die if I fall
I don't think the pride will evolve when I cry in my songs
Y'all abide by the laws
You stupid as f*ck, lucrative peoples are duplicate, what?
Cujo a dog and I'm ruthless, a mutt
Who could perform when I'm ruthless and blood
Fall off her face? Call off the race
There's a manic depression
Handle my cases and vanish in seconds
Cackle with crows in the frozen of holier oceans
I blow and I'm prone to be dozin' off
Fairies in hell, I was s'posed to be quick
Bury me now 'cause I only get bigger
Carry me down with the hopeless and sick
If the pistol is on me, I choke up the trigger
You scarin' me, Tone, you scarin' me, Tone
[Chorus: DramaTone]
Like, Mr. Crowley
Did you talk to the dead?
Did you walk with the people that's lost and deceitful?
They toxic and crossin' your head
Like, Mr. Crowley
Did you think you were pure?
With the Vatican blue, shatter the truth
I'ma laugh in the face of the rappers that do, I'm a god

[Outro]
Well, damn, there he goes, makin' me feel f*ckin' sad again. I mean that's really why I can't f*ck with this, man, because it just—I listen to it and I'm like, "Alright, here's another white boy tryna make me feel sad again," and I'm not into that, man, that's why I don't—
Nah, there's a good followin' for shit like this and who's doin' shit like this? Who really—like who—
f*ckin' every—