Do Ya Thing!

Im the product of july

Watch the fireworks fly

in the building

got you feelin

like you really have tried

To enter this adventure but your close to despised

Im Max Lin at the podium

Request denied

no mechanically inclined

Yet i'm holding a nine

out of ten times euphorically

flowing so historically

showing that metaphorically

competition looks horribly

im striving for greatness that most of you saids not for me

Labels are inexperienced shooters

They don't know how to pull the trigger with me

Everytime I put shades on

I got light orbs rocking with me

I stop and pop and rock alot for mom and pops that's rocking with me

You think ya steppin to me

Ya think ya so good

Ill tell you right where the bear shits in the woods

I call it like i see it

People thinking their official so much they wanna be it

Word of advice don't be doubting my pen game

i'm writing on a daily rappers seeing their end game

I'm so calm and collected got a nice flow

no matter what my haters say ill take the high road

Kill em with kindness is the only thing i know

enough that when I rap

I can see you with the eye roll

I wrote this while watching constantine

while most you rappers always acting like constant teens

The black billy loomis ill be making the track scream

As I kill it on a daily terrorizing your whole team

The plot thickens

this is the best part

When theirs a shift in the mood you better stay tunes

Aint no tellin whats next bro

They say that Im a awful rapper

I got the best flow

Perfected it on page street

I brought the notebook with me

for it to feel complete

I brought the styles in

for it to feel the sheek

Give you a scoop of my taste flavor of the week

Before working at the shipyard

I was a pro at putting rubber on my pipe

Asap rocky mode wild for the night

they use to think im not the rappin type

til i step to the mic

like game six Mike Jordan

23 or 45 im going life

everytime im bout to rhyme

Devin Ross always shines

No matter how successful that i get

Haters love to put the dark clouds over my head

must be the jealousy talking

from unhappy people that havent found their calling in life

i be writing for life

like a journalist

im always bleedin out on the page

fuck a turnakit

I use to wanna bite my toungue for shit that I hear

Now i direct them in a different way for people to hear

This what you all been waiting for aint it

An old school beat with the man of the year

Rappin on it not thinking twice of the rhymes that i bring

when i be on the mic Devin Ross is doing his thing

Lets Go!!!!!