ANGEL Lyrics

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Frozen, soulless

My brain won't overload this

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Hide it, stow it, sell my soul for locusts

I'm never in slow motion cus my life be moving quick

Got my eyes on the glock but my hands up on a brick

I hope you play cards right cus lil homie you ain't fucking slick

I'm tired of all the pussies that wanna play around with blicks

They already took my homie, that shit made me fuckin sick

And i skipped up on his funeral outta respect for his name

This ain't no game, but big homie know i mf miss you

We ain't talk enough but bro we ain't never had to issue

I know the homie pat still be wishing it was him

But dog that's just how it is when shit breaks the rim

This the type of shit that make the reaper motherfucking grim

The type of shit that make the demons motherfucking grin

Nine millimeter don't apologize

Big forty-seven tell one hundred lies

Honey close your eyes

We letting bullets fly

I do this all the time

We letting dollars die

What the money really worth when you buried dirt

Or you locked behind the bars and you carry in the hurt

When yo momma scream ya name but you can't say nun back

When you missing all yo sisters dances ain't no fun in that

Cus when your blood be running thin

And the pastor starts to sing

While you lowered in yo casket

Homie ain't no coming in

Already lost ya fucking chin

To a twelve gauge wit a beam

Imma smoke my russian cream

Help me think about the team

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Frozen, soulless

My brain won't overload this

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Hide it, stow it, sell my soul for locusts

(Broken, hopeless)

(Cut my heart right open)

(Frozen, soulless)

(My brain won't overload this)

(Broken, hopeless)

(Cut my heart right open)

(Hide it, stow it, sell my soul for locusts)

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Frozen, soulless

My brain won't overload this

Broken, hopeless

Cut my heart right open

Hide it, stow it, sell my soul for locusts

Everybody toting guns till it come to be a killer

Everybody gangsta, till it come to pull the trigger

Group grave getting bigger, that's why i'm pouring out this liquor

Gotta hope to jesus christ that my draw may be quicker

Cus they wanna take my money, take my clothes and respect

Cus they tripping like i'm funny, i got a knife and a tech

I hope you think i'm funny, when i slash right thru ya neck

Now yo blood it drip like honey and it tastes like some yak

I'm going brainless so berserk

Get to hustling get to work

Cannot live a life of poverty

I'm reaching for the glock

Get the keys for the whip,

Got a mask just like a sock

Catch me skirting around the corner

With my lean and knock

Got me thinking bout the homies that are dead or got locked up

Got me thinking how one move get you fedded out or shot up

And the sun as good as moon when you standing in a hot tub

And pyrite as good as gold when yo momma getting shot up

Hit the road now i see my motherfucking target

This the day i get him back

For hitting a lick on all my pack

He walking with his sister got his hands up on her back

Load the clip, pull the hammer right on back

Now right now he looking happy, but that smile looking wack

Put the sights up on his sister, now there ain't no turning back

He shoulda understood not mess with homie in a all black

Now he gonna taste the motherfucking wrath

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