Lyrics:
of fact I will not sell my soul
Can't die yet, I got shit to do
Two years in I got shit to prove
Don't go hard till your life on the line
Those in comfort
Fuck the police, they don't want no peace
They won't be satisfied until your soul leave
I got no more niggas left to keep decreasing em' I
It's fuck
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P-funk
it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers
The bitch called, my blood curdled
Chorus:
Afro Angel, born against the world
You don't have to sell your soul and throw away your pride
Afro Angel, sent from heaven above
producer name is Soundwave and he
Gives me beats by the batch
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
My
the right brothers, like we flew a plane
Don't ask me about it, let your boo explain
Look, say she don't know REAS', that shit too insane
Old school, put
And what you feel in your soul, you you can deny it then, you don't believe no truth
I'm a comforter, the world's a cruel place and I know very well
Askin'
the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you?
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
West Coast legends don’t
Want to see him at best
I think that’s just an excuse
Because their music ain't tight
Tell ‘em that Ab-soul said it
They can
Yeah
Yeah
ONEOFONE
Get it done
(Colin, had to, cut it, up)
(This shit is simple)
Yeah
I don't need to hit no lick
I don't need to take yo bitch
I
a punk or your death could true
The best way to deal is to face it head on
Cuz' when it's you and God
You won't have a soul to lean on
So, don't cry,
every day a nigga always chasing dough
Yeah I put that on my soul, now you know
They making it rain, but I'm just trying to make it snow
Yeah I put that
or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve
won't cry till the day I die
Smoke my smoke good lord I fly
Don't need you
Imma get it on my own
I'm so numb I cant feel my soul
I've lost my soul
I'm
and play-o
Work it out, work it right
Baby's lock 'n load tonight
Work it out, keep it tight
You're so rock and roll
Sold your soul now, baby
Put the radio
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm
watches man I just want more
I don't want no lighter matches man i just want more
God is goal i get it man but i just want some more
I put in my soul but
Get it by my lonely
They know nothing 'bout me
They know my songs and everything but don't know my story
So many niggas gone before me,
Still, we
at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
Knowing everything gon' be
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