Dark Angel (feat. Kevin Gates)

Lyrics

Where we go from here, if I leave the block
 A little money fine but I need a lot
 Take a preachers route but dont lie to people
 I ain't never seen anything in the sky
 Clean in the ride, what I mean that I'm fly
 With a bitch super mean, bumpin' lean to the side
 I was thinkin bout any means I could try
 I believe in a high!
 Being logical gave me a reason to doubt
 Scheme for things I was dreaming
 In a magazine article reading about
 Face card, I ain't got to pay for drugs
 It comes free with the artificial love
 Could I just do me, let me be me
 I ain't arguin' for much
 I'm with this bitch and I feel free
 She don't demand of me for much
 My sex drive been at an all time low
 I can barley get it up!
 Tryin' to keep another mother fucker happy
 Swear I'm givin' up!
 Drug usage is increasing since the last time
 Been gone awhile and I'll be back just like the last time
 Racks on me, stacks on me, travel hard
 One nation under God!
 In the car alone, prayin' to the stars
 Engine roaring, make a joyful noise
 Praise be to Allah, come this far or not!
 Cocaine, Foreign car, look who takin' off!
 Throwin' money at my nigga
 Younger sister really wishin' he was with us
 But look who takin' off!
 Band for you to keep, love I'm finna leave
 So I guess I'm taking off!
 Good hearted if you think wrong
 How could you be right?
 Four niggas fuckin' the same bitch
 She pop up pregnant this can't be life
 Get rid of the bitch, 'fore I get rid of you bitch
 I'm sick of you bitch
 No hands on ya, rubberbands on ya, I ain't talkin' like a stripper
 Pay! They do it, send razors through, spray the kay and make you flip
 Only reason I ain't kill your mother
 Strength of her daughter
 And she cheats everyday on your daddy
 Tryin' to give orders
 Then they try to extort a gangsta, I'm someone important
 Don't step in my office, I ain't about no talkin'
 Be sippin' my coffee while bullets is sparkin'
 Without any caution, now watch who I'm crossin'
 Boobie is awesome, can't jump if I lost ya
 With this I went off
 My grandpa a gangsta, he died I went off
 Don't interrupt me while I am recordin'
 Shit so depressing, I wish I could pause it
 Misunderstand it, put that in a coffin'
 Back to the margin, re-up and get off it
 Label an orphan, lane of my own
 I got the hawkin, I am retarded
 Know there's a name, don't know what to call it
 Yeah
 Its like sometimes when I sit by myself
 I honestly can say everybody can't relate
 That's why I talk to my angel
 I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind
 I need guidance Father can't see the signs
 Like nothing real the word redefined
 Knowing the game is different streets redesigned
 Still thuggin but dont wanna catch a piece of time
 Knowing that love might get you when its lookin for shine
 So many young niggas lost they vision is blind
 Now I'm sick as fuck got pain beatin me down
 Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at
 I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at
 Lookin at the road, damn where the fuck is the end at
 All I know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that
 All I know is loyalty I don't know how to pretend that
 You did a nigga dirty how the fuck I'ma amend that
 You said you was alone so I stepped to the plate
 When shit got hard for me ain't no help get sent back
 Bet, everything that go up come down
 Word to everyone one of my niggas that was gunned down
 At night I talk to God, ain't get back one sound
 Its hard to see light comin out when the sun down
 Runnin, I dont even know where I'm headed
 I did it all for the streets all I got was the credit
 If I can go back I'll tell my nigga to edit
 Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it
 Sluts lust hopin they might trap shit
 All cause I rap, now I hate this rap shit
 Laws comin ain't no time to react shit
 Judge wanna convict me I ain't even much clap shit
 Born sinner cause I was lookin for dinner
 Tryin to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier
 Lord knows I need em kind hard to function
 Gettin sick of the devil that bitch ridin my shoulder
 Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover
 Stress recycle shit over and over
 Fuck the world these days shit colder
 Friends fake but all I want is to get older
 Feelin the pressure like everyone watching
 The bell keep on ringing like somethin that boxin
 My son havin seizures no doctor can stop em
 Hold on to him with all i got I can't drop him
 My spirit been broke I pray somebody swap him
 My heart feelin pain like if somebody shot him
 My brother keep callin I tell him I got him
 And since nothin promised I'm goin without em
 My aunty just died I can't cry I just kissed her
 Short of my visit they told me I missed her
 Look up to God hopin heaven can list her
 Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters
 So in my zone nigga fuck if I'm trippin
 My testimony somethin niggas should listen
 Been 32 years but I'm still on that mission
 The struggle got a nigga hooked like I'm fishing...

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Duration
04:27
Tempo
127 BPM

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