Lyrics:
Came from the dirt now we in the hills
Swear it's all so close could be counting mills
Nice lifestyle show you how I live
This the shit that I been
I’M AN ANGEL
S
ee what I want and yes...have at her ‘til she lose her breath cuz
I’M AN ANGEL
I can feel it in my dreams I can do anything baby get
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
do my tunes just for you
And it's true that
Once again, look at who, who's back
I keep bringing heat to new school tracks
Everybody wants to do, do
But you know what?
They don't want music (x2)
They just want (a boom, boom, boom boom boom (x2))
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts
Welcome here dear traveller
So it seems that all your travel have brought you here
Here, into te wines of my raspy tired vioce
What do I want, wish,
If I tell you what to say, then it’s not you talking
And if I taught you how to think, you would fall asleep sobbing
And if I tell you what I want
But you know what?
They don't want music (x2)
They just want (a boom, boom, boom boom boom (x2))
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black
My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin'
In the deep and you can't control it
What you want
What you want, emotion?
My arms are
my shit like acne?
You Stan me
I been on my can do since before I rapped and now
I am more present than vaccine
You toe the line I'm a cut above it you
at
Hello Rap Game, hey hi how's it hanging
Been making tracks and making sure that them shit's banging
I been getting better you would think a nigga training
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
old aussie pride
When you are exploring
A special thing to know
Is how to say a loud
COO-EE
Shout it as you go
COO-EE
Is fun to say
I would like to try
to do them . . . I think you need to do them even more. And if the universe meant for you to do them with me . . . then so be it. But I need you
free, Hope my black brothers get their P's
In the morning she want pounds, but she ain't talking bout no money
I know how you be when I'm not around, she
it though so if I overdo it, you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
Contravene on my shirt (Ay)
I ain't even rock a concert
Back then you was pussy, you was dirt
Got a shotty yeah it got me feeling like I'm Kurt
Pull up
as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency
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