[Verse: Cre]
I hear a lot of talk from these c*cky kids
All this talk about hours of grind with no idea what working is
Just the same old same old I hear repeating all up in their choruses
If they walked as much they talk bet they'd have Usain Bolt legs
Huh, I got no time for these gimmicky acts
Call me out on a track and see if you can defend yourself with a pen and a pad
Your lyrics are wack so why record?
Your talk is so cheap but you still can't afford
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Study my words
I been at it for a minute
Put in my work and time go
I stay murdering beats
Cause I got a skill rappers would kill for
I'm ready for one on one and then still enough energy for the ten more
Staring at competition like a kid up in a candy store
I remember being told I would never have a chance
Now I'm play on the same stages heroes did
I remember every line that's been spoken through this mic
We used to be just some kids at play now I feel like
[Hook: Ashtin Larold]
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
These other motherf*ckers just ain’t on my level
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
On the highway to Hell, press the f*cking pedal
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
These other motherf*ckers just ain’t on my level
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
On the highway to Hell, press the f*cking pedal