Satan Sent Me lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Papoose]
Oh, you think you a demon? Satan sent me
Blaze a fifty cap plain and simply
Infrared dots pause, they gave 'em hickeys
In the Mozzy though, De Blasio, I changed the city
Timberland gave me so much heat they think it's Missy
I don’t clown with trolls, got crowd control, my name Liddy
I say, "Papoose, Papoose," they say it with me, uh
Crazy creatures and easy Jesus, I’m stayin' p*ssy
You're reclinin' chair, the gun sit back when that thing is empty
They don’t want me to shine, spit the ugliest lines
I was the king of New York, now the whole country is mine
Knowledge is food for thought, I just crunch it and grind
With the teeth of my brain, I got the hungriest mind
First they said I was finished, then I flood it with rhymes
Now they say he got better, damn, this must be his prime
You can’t kill Papoose, man, that brotha’s divine
Because I was born dead, they should have brung me a shrine
Hatin' me is your choice, if you love me, it's fine
But you owe me respect and I’m comin' for mine
They said I don’t support em’, but that’s funny though, Slime
Support goes both ways, you never brung me a dime
Gun in my pants, I'll be tool tuckin'
These tough-talkin' n*ggas talk a good one but they ain’t gon’ do nothin'
You actin' like you want to prove somethin'
When I got it on me, I never hesitated to boom somethin'
You scared to walk alone, well, you buggin'
You don’t never want to go to the club unless your goons comin'
We choke n*ggas comin' through frontin’
I put more n*ggas in the yoke than eggs, I keep a few dozen
I grew up in the Brooklyn Zoo hustlin'
I’m a fire breathin' dragon for real, straight out the truth dungeon
My lady love me, I’m a cool husband
We wake the whole damn hotel up when we in the room f*ckin’
Talk tough, catch 'em in traffic, make them guys crash
On your block, toast in the air, that’s a wine glass
Told my shooter, "You see them n*ggas? Let the nine blast"
Gave 'em the gun without lookin', I threw a blind pass
Execs don't sign nice n*ggas, rather sign trash
Break both his arms, f*ck it, he got a signed cast
Put you behind so many bars when my mind spazz
You gon’ have to do exercise to make the time pass
Say they hate you now, I promise they love you later
Should have worked in the stock market, you always was a traitor
Deny what you said about me, I knew you was a faker
'Cause, man, you would have never denied it if you was a gangster