Lyrics:
My worst crime was being born
Damned her womb of distress
Sheltered inside the abyss
Supreme angel decayed
I'm a labyrinth for lost souls
Is my
(Dolly Parton)
Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born
Skin as fair as Lily's hair, as golden as the corn
They knew that she was special
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
trying to Bobby
Reach you all day
Angel...
Bobby...
Darling...
Bobby baby...
Bobby...
The kids were asking, Bobby... Robert...
Call it manifestin
Cause it started
With a thought
Lighting in a bottle
But the thunders
What was brought
Often second guessin
On some flows
That
the Range
World tour we on the way
'95 kill em' like Pac
And it's the world against me
Killuminati got em' like Gotti
Broad day they droppin' bodies
I'm with
by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne
the full story
See I just go by my day take a walk around
Call over my mate I ain't seen in a while
First think he says is you haven't heard of the gossip?
country roads,
Looking for the King of that good rocking Zydeco.
Way down at Slim's Y-Ki-Ki, up there at the Blue Angel club,
Ole Clifton on the squeeze
the eyes of an angel
Spread your wings and fly, my dove Sky's the limit, rise up in it
Queen of king, these times a menace Super supreme, juices and cream
the angel wings but those are talons
This isn't talent, it's talons
The talons of a Dark Eagle
A dark eagle looking over the landscape
A shadow moving over
a term already fixed
On the day when it comes
No person shall speak except by Allah's leave
Some among them will be wretched
And some will be blessed
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
Why can't you sound more mainstream? People don't rock in the club to contemplate legacy or some shit
You can't do this. Better people than you have
doing good lately
Art is man made
Bitches get laid before they get paid
Like Angel Haze i gat bars for days
Rappers copy chains to fit in the game
They
for a rude awakening
Universal king champ reign supreme mercing
That which is real is irreplaceable
That which is real is irreplaceable
That which is
now the bag is so supreme
We balling freely now some shit you can do in those skinny jeans
Rap head we know you capping bruh
Too late y'all
This cypher
Visions of sunset in my dreams
Of a Love Supreme
What the heart has felt eyes have never seen
I thank God I have you here with me
Days are fulfilled no
blast her
K's and the ammo, modern-day Rambo
Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave
Every other city we go, we fuck thems' pimpin' hoes
Some Louie Ville, to Little Rock, Atlanta, to Chicago
I like them hoes big fine and slim in
He'll grow up too fast his mother said
He can't wait to get in shoulder pads
The days go by so fast I can't believe
That someday he may decide
It's
by the twirlies
It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early
[Chorus]
[Letha Face]
Why ... the angels
As the dawn was folding
Folding over me
When enter the angel
Enter the angel
Oh enter the angel
Through some summer door
Then I was standing
By a bay
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
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