ANGEL

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 motherfuckin grim The type of shit that make the demons motherfuckin grin Nine millimeter don't apologize Big 47 tell 100 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 12 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 gettin 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 trippin 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 Wit my lean and knock Got me thinkin bout the homies that are dead or got locked up Got me thinkin 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 motherfuckin 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 lookin happy, but that smile lookin wack Put the sights up on his sister, now there ain't no turning back He shoulda understood not mess wit homie in a all black Now he gonna taste the motherfuckin wrath LLB3X