Black Angels ft. 500 & CCold Lyrics

This money come to me like

It make it hard to trust these niggas who they wanna be like

Me I wanna be like TI with like verbiage

Verses I just turn more to BI

We was out in NO with them birds

My angels watching me fly

Stony P but we wasn't over east kedzie off D block

Styles P I be high

Just tryna get Jada to kiss me but round the crowd she be shy

I keep my peace, put silence on the gun make niggas be quiet

My mama said money talk loud, 100 Pennies be proud

Convert yo time to money, mastered crafts took 10,000 hours

And some hard work we did lot of dirt in this span, took hella showers

Dirty money washed my body down with bleach clean the powder

Keep this shit outta reach of children and far way from they eyes

Lost myself times I get stuck in my mind

Premonitions I was living

I turned visions alive

I talk to god said if this it could you just get me a sign

My bitch gone gimme all her love if I just give her my time

Fuck all the money and whatever I could get back the guys

Won't let nobody see me cry, its hard to speak on how I felt bout Makhi

It's hard to cope with all this shit I can't lie

It's hard to grasp the thought death, but everyday niggas die

I asked em what's the point of living you keep living a lie

Give or take, I took so much cuz I was giving a lot

They Say blood thicker than water

But I got setup my blood I guess that thickened the plot

Was thinking I was being stingy I gave you all that I got

Remember skipping bills went bought me a Glock

Cut off his water, fuck the pot nigga we already hot

Can't call for back up nigga already shot

Instantly dropped, police arrived on scene he already died

Shit I'm in town for a day so leave your best impression

She say I'm always gold I never come in second

Them hoes you got is number two if you ain't get the message

I ain't have to go to church to see that you a blessing

Baby don't mind me

I'm always second guessing

Self reflection

Relation with high function depression

Do you got some methods

Backwoods got my chest congested

Still smoke em I can't help it

She like damn nigga you selfish

But that's how I cope with these emotions

That be taking over

I had yo back, I'm sippin lean, but I ain't really have yo shoulder

Crumbled up my heart like shorty homework

Backpack with no folder

Had you coming everyday and I would catch it like a coaster

Coasting on these beats a real Raging Bull no rollercoaster

Free News they coming through they making pictures taking posters

500

Free Gang, Bad News four L shit

Hova tried to be like

Really that's how I see life

Know my uncle still pushing he fuck round dodging three strikes

Told my family we rich they looked and said that be nice

Save a stack of this ice

Boujee bitches my type

Gotta stop telling hoes I love em t some shit just ain't right

Different hoes in auditions, I know they ain't fit for a wife

Some of that shit less considered ain't taking control of my life

Seen both of sides of the story I know it trap like a vice

Feeling drowned I was passive

But with this rapping found passion

I lost my brother confide em

Everything he said really happened

Bad News free gang handle static

500 Ps you can have it

We turn this lifestyle to lavish

Like fuck them hoes out my status

Half man half amazing

I'm showing these bitches true greatness

Before I stick to the script

We just scratch shit off the table

All of us one of a kind she look at us like stargazing

This bitch know I'm a god, I told her too late for saving

You know the problem with you lil Niggas

You think you know everything about the damn world and you don't know shit

Now I see you got yourself a lil business going

That's good that's good

You make that paper

But when you making paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it

You got to learn the difference between guns and butter

There are two types of niggas in this world

There's niggas with guns, and niggas with butter

Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the real estate

The stocks and bonds. Art work, you know shit that appreciates with value What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry

All that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it

That's what it's all about, Guns and butter baby