Joyner Lucas – Devil’s Work 2 Lyrics 

Lyrics Devil’s Work 2 – Joyner Lucas

Dear Lord, I know that we been here before
It’s been a long time, I hope that you don’t slam the door
I tried to walk away but there’s some s**t I can’t ignore
I could be wrong but seems like you don’t even care no more
‘Cause since our last talk, you ain’t playin’ fair no more
And when I pray, it kinda feel like you ain’t there no more

I still don’t understand why n**gas who deserve to die is livin’
But the ones who ain’t deservin’ isn’t here no more
And, no, I don’t want no else to die
Instead of tradin’ souls, I got somethin’ else in mind
There’s a lot of moments that I wish that I could change
I could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and makin’ sure some n**gas never die

And maybe fix all the mistakes for those who still alive and give them all a second try
Erase that Will Smith slap and turn him back around
Or wait ’til they get backstage so they can have it out
Or maybe make it so that Chris chose a different joke
A different topic, somethin’ Jada won’t be mad about
Matter of fact, let’s talk about the s**t I’m sad about
When Pop Smoke accidentally leaked that address out
Lord, you know the streets crazy, how you dropped the ball

When you know n**gas keep a target on these rappers now
And give us Kobe Bryant back, we a mess without him
Take back the day he ever stepped inside the helicopter
Make him take the car instead and forget the chopper
Maybe take a different route or get a different driver
Can’t believe you took his daughter and she left behind her
It’s kinda hard to see the positive and that’s the problem
I know you don’t make mistakes but I was hopin’ You’d erase that bulls**t
So his family won’t be left without him
And I wish I could fly to Russia on a different mission
And make ’em pay for puttin’ Brittney Griner into prison
Or maybe you could bring her back to February 17th
And you could take the CBD so she ain’t flyin’ with it
Or maybe change that nine years and give her nine minutes
Or better yet just change the law so they could stop trippin’

I know that’s a lot to wish and it ain’t my business
But until you grant my wish, I ain’t gon’ stop wishin’
But Lord, listen, this s**t urkin’ me
How you take PNB That s**t absurd to me
So many questions ’bout that s**t and it’s disturbin’ me
N**gas can’t eat waffle without security
N**gas can’t work hard and buy some jewelry
That won’t hurt to see
And by the end of the song, they gon’ try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans take it personally
I know you hear me talkin’, Lord, don’t be curvin’ me
Won’t you take us back to Kylie Jenner’s party
Before them shots hit the floor
Before the bullets ricocheted and leave a drippin’ mall
We don’t know the truth or if we misinformed
But either way, take it back and make Tory hop inside a different car

Broke my heart when DMX died, that hit the core
Feel like that n**ga was an angel in a different form
Might’ve had a drug problem like he did before
But he was fightin’ demons and I know that that’s a different war
Mm, you must got a major ego
I ain’t tryna disrespect or tryna play the hero
But when you took Takeoff, you took my favorite Migos
Look, I don’t know how that make sense ’cause that make zero
And f**k a wrong place, wrong time, that ain’t G though
Took that man right in his prime, that’s plain evil
When Tony .. died I cried and played CeeLo
‘Cause I can’t even watch Friday without sayin’, Deebo
You know this s**t got me stressed, right
Starin’ at the Bible, tryna figure out who’s next like
Why you take the ones who ain’t deserve to see what death like

Meanwhile 6ix9ine free, livin’ his best life
Go back to the day that he took the stand and confessed right
Tape his mouth shut so he never talk to the feds like
Make him do his time so his n**gas gotta do left, right
Make him learn from Bobby so he can know what respect like
Lord, forgive me for my language and these bad words
But that .. b**ch get on my last nerve
How you gon’ tell me that what we witnessed on TV wasn’t murder
when we watched n**gas turnin’ .. into Casper
Georges died from asphyxiation and that’s a factor
Fentanyl or not, he’d never died and his last words were, I cannot breathe
So really she gotta chill or maybe they should trade places so she could see how it feel
Lil’ b**ch got me stressed, God
Probably not prepared for what I’m askin’ next, God
Bring Ye momma back ’cause he a mess, God

And he ain’t been the same ever since Donda West died
Yeah, that’s the day Kanye West died
First his heart, then his mind, then the rest died
And if your bank account is overkill
Your soul could be broken still
Leavin’ the rich spirit money can’t buy
I pray that Heavens watch me
Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace
Young Dolph, King Von, Drakeo, top three
Black Rob, Trouble, Virgil and Shock G
Pat Stay, .. Slay, you afraid of God, G
S**t almost took Lil Tjay but I’m happy he godly
Lord, you even took Black Panther, that’s not G
And when .. got shot that shocked me

Beggin’ for Your guidance on this ghetto earth
Frustrated, tryna understand how Heaven works
I’m just hopin’ you could pull a couple strings
or redo a couple things so maybe we could get a second turn
You took Juice from us, that forever hurts
But puttin’ the blame on You, that’ll never work
I know this ain’t Your fault, it’s the devil’s work
Devil’s work…

➤ Written by Joyner Lucas
Album: Not Now, I’m Busy
Produced by
Joyner Lucas | 2023

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