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Two Different Devils

Hip-Hop/Rap

Two Different Devils werd uitgebracht op 13 januari 2026 door ScarfaceDLC Records als onderdeel van het album FACE | SCAR

Informatie over de song

AlbumFACE | SCAR

Releasedatum13 januari 2026

LabelScarfaceDLC Records

TaalEnglish

Melodische kwaliteit

Akoestiek

Valence

Dansbaarheid

Energie

BPM67

OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

ScarfaceDLC

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dustin Lee Crouse

Dustin Lee Crouse

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ScarfaceDLC

Producer

Songteksten

I ain't built off quotes, I'm built off smoke

Off drywall cracks and the shit they broke

Off pots on the stove and the bottles in drawers

Two different devils walkin' through the same floors

I came up out the blast, not a scratch on my pride

Whole house in the air, but I stayed in my mind

Two devils in the hall, but I'm cuttin' they ties

Turned all that propane pain to a flame in my eyes

First one was blood, but he felt like death

Pyrex on the stove, fumes thick in my chest

Little kid in the doorway, eyes on the pot

Didn't know that my toys sat next to the shot

Watch him whip that rock, watch him chase that high

While my mom played broke just to keep us alive

Whole kitchen smelled wrong, but he called it a win

Till one bad mix turned a spark to a sin

Boom shook walls, glass teeth in the floor

I remember that flash more than any decor

Drywall snow in the air, no Christmas light

Just a mushroom cloud where we slept at night

Mom screaming my name while the smoke turned thick

I ain't never been same since that one bad brick

And before that blast, he had wolves at the door

Got my mom at gunpoint on a dirty-ass floor

So miss me with jokes, you ain't lived that scene

Where your childhood plays in a meth lab dream

I came up out the blast, not a scratch on my pride

Whole house in the air, but I stayed in my mind

Two devils in the hall, but I'm cuttin' they ties

Turned all that propane pain to a flame in my eyes

Second one ain't blood, but the damage still count

Different bottle, same rage, just a new body count

Ten years old, new man in the frame

Same old yelling, just a different last name

Whiskey on his breath, venom in his throat

Hands on my mom, handprint on her coat

Thin-wall house, every word cut deep

So I bought cheap headphones just to fake some sleep

Volume maxed, let the bassline drown

Every crash in the hall, every body-hit sound

While they fought in the kitchen, I escaped in a track

Little kid tryin' not to hear bones crack

I ain't twitch when he yelled, I just pressed rewind

Let the drums punch harder than his sick-ass mind

I learned real quick you can't trust that man

But the music in my ears held my shaking hand

So if I sound cold when I talk 'bout pain

Just know I had storms screaming right through the frame

I came up out the blast, not a scratch on my pride

Whole house in the air, but I stayed in my mind

Two devils in the hall, but I'm cuttin' they ties

Turned all that propane pain to a flame in my eyes

Now it's me in the room with the screens on dim

Same headphones, but the fight ain't him

It's me versus doubt, me versus that past

Me versus"maybe this dream won't last"

But I been through hell, so the booth feel light

This mic never swung on my mom at night

This beat never put a gun in her face

It just give me a lane to rewrite that place

I'm an AI fiend with a notebook brain

Turn code into cadence, turn static to pain

Take dope-cook smoke, turn it into my brand

Take stepdad rage, turn it into my stand

Product of the blast and the bottles and scars

But I walk out the trailer like I own these stars

If I never go pop, I'll still speak my truth

For that little-ass kid with his ears in the booth

Two different devils tried to mold my fate

I just sharpened my pen and I changed that weight

I came up out the blast, not a scratch on my pride

Whole house in the air, but I stayed in my mind

Two devils in the hall, but I'm cuttin' they ties

Turned all that propane pain to a flame in my eyes

I ain't here off luck, I'm here off burns

Off houses that blew and a stomach that churns

If you hear these bars, you can hear my source

This is pain re-wrote, this is Scarface.

Written by: Dustin Lee Crouse

Voettekst Shazam

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