text: You Need Me, I Don’t Need You Lyrics
  I still got a rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows
  Im back with the most jokes, in fact you dont know
  On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant
  If you cant keep up youll get none, youre celibate
  My flows developing, skin lacks the melanin
  Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
  I do it for the hell of it
  Ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
  I took what held me back with the women and then I packaged the image
  Put in some content and I then I sold it back as a gimmick
  The fact is this, Ill end up dating actresses
  Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think Ill need to practice this
  But I make shit happen, call me a laxative
  Worlds on my shoulders, I dont even know what Atlas is
  Hard bars sharp like a cactus is
  Im back to rappping, back to back cause Ive been practicing
  Im back to sing this
  You need me, man, I don’t need you
  You need me, man, I don’t need you
  You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
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  You need me
  I said you need 3 man I dont need 2
  Not none of ya, unorthodox runner up
  In my own gear like Im stepping on a double clutch
  No brakes, cut them up, the tyres stay screeching
  Now Ive found out being odd aint even
  I qualified for everything, long straight season
  Its not a dilemma king, got a straight queening
  You are what you eat, thats something to believe in
  MC with the mic is MC dinner time
  Now Im feeling gassed, like, MC give me light
  I didnt even have to do a disco rap
  I bet I still end up with a Sisqó plaque
  This is what happens when your gift is talent
  And all you imagined exists, imagine
  I never drop shit and I came from the back end
  Now Ive got the game in my hand, Imma smash it
  You need me, but I dont need you
  D-E-V-L-I-N Ed and 32
  Lyrically more capable to break em all
  I wont have to amputate a lower limb to make them fall
  Like autumn, check my post mortem
  The game passed away upon the day I came and killed it for this fortune
  I dont mean money, I mean luck
  But now the clocks aviated
  Everybodys times up
  Nothings what I had and everythings what I gave
  Like a sprinter near the finish line fighting for his place
  Keep your diamonds and your chains
  I can walk for any manner, any time of day and stay safe
  Cause I get respected
  While they get detested
  Tell the truth there aint nobody that done what Devs did
  If you aint on the tune or Eminem or 59
  You aint competition just a fish youre tryna bite a line
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