[Intro]
This is the real action
The pot party; the the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
Cause I got devils on my left
Got fuckin' angels on my right
Don't fuckin' sleep at night

[Chorus]
I got devils on my left, I got angels on my right
I don't know which way to go no more
No more, Lord
I got devils on my left, I got angels on my right
I give a fuck which way I go no more
No more, Lord

[Verse 1]
Breathalysers on until I cut my rapping off it
If you feds in choir, why? then this is just my rapping profit
Ain't no jokey-joke, I only been rapping honest
That don't mean that I don't gots the smoke and keep a pack of chronic
Caribbean rum - Johnny Depp, walk it off
Forty shot, I could pop this bottle or this corsham cough
Now you haters wanna hate because you're bored a lot
My whip I rock combined with my wrist, it could pay your mortgage off (You're still broke)
I give racks out to my people still
Right after my tour, hear my dad's out doing dishes still
I'm a man and for my fams I bring traditional
Money chat, residual, money chat - keep it real
Who stayed up? (The fam did) that's a double shot viagra pill
I fucked your girl then watched you drop off your daffodils
You want a wife or slut? Pfft, well make you happy still
I be busy busting my money and getting rapping skill
I smoke trees, I got right for the summer
I got a Beamer with that speed and I got white in my Hummer
And I still got crib without no keys that I can ride to in summer
Cause I got women that want D that I give pipe, I'm a plumber, I'll trade you
[Chorus: Chillinit & Chillinit & Dylan Frost]
I got devils on my left, I got angels on my right
I don't know which way to go no more
No more, Lord
I got devils on my left, I got angels on my right
I give a fuck which way I go no more (I give a fuck which way I go)
No more,(I give a fuck) Lord

[Verse 2]
I made my whole fuckin' fam rich, I put my homies in the freshest Nikes
Now my homies got some property investment rights
All my homies hit the club to go and get in fights
But now they call my mum and show her love, we got it right
Who's grown now? That's 140 in an 80 zone
I'm driving while I'm high, I broke a quarter xan waving cones
The government just told me I should at home
Glady B suck a D, I'm going crazy in this lockdown
And cops now are looking like I flipped a brick
The Beamer down, Bacardi drowned, I'm on a sixty drip
She wanna search and pat me down, I let her grip the tit
She feels my dick, it's big like "Damn, how the fuck he buy this drop-down?"

[Bridge: Chillinit & Chillinit & Dylan Frost]
I got devils on my left, I got angels on my right
I don't know which way to go no more (I give a fuck which way I go)
No more
[Verse 3]
RARGHHH, you're all a bitchy man to me
You can't drop a stack on a rack for your ex's family
Then still not ask for shit of this back, and that makes a man to me
Rappers wish you me but you cap and you got your cancelled fees on new whips
Which rappers toured yet? That's true shit
Let it pause baby, oooh that could be yours, baby
Big blunts when imma take, inhale
That's a suck a dick, that's for the Telegraph and Daily Mail
Write about it, journalist a bitch-boy
Go and drop a track and pay the price and cop a whip, boy
Y'all are cap, you not my type, you not a big boy
You ain't on no chat, got 25'ers off a Bitcoin
But hush that, you all just want my drug chat
Y'all just wanna hear me catch my planes and keep my buds dacked
Y'all just wanna hear me tell the jakes to touch my nutsack
Imma do this all then get my fame and bring my funds back till my family's on Forbes, baby
Rich as fuck, living it up, and got Italian tile floors, baby
I got devils on my shoulder but I'm praying to the Lord, baby
Yeah
And I can't do this anymore

[Outro]
Welcome to the floor