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letra de no angel - oliver francis

[verse 1: oliver francis]
it’s the end of all that fake sh-t
i’m your replacement
ain’t no difference between you rappers
y’all all make the same sh-t
yeah, my flow is phenomenal
built the beat like bionical
i’m the proof that if you really want it, this sh-t is possible
yeah, the whip is limited, slinted and the windows is tinted
had to switch it up a bit so i could say its authentic
little b-tch gon’ run and tell all of your friends that the old oliver’s dead
i’ll stop pretending, think i’m just gonna be myself instead
i do this sh-t for everyone who’s showin’ me love
i’m either workin’ on the music or i’m rollin’ it up
me, i’ll be so played out, you trainee rappers gotsta go
if you lookin’ for that fire, know you f-ckin’ with a goat
you see me spark that cigarillo, then i take a puff
some days i want to call it quits, feel like i had enough
you got me so f-cked up if you think i’m ’bout to quit
’cause i can’t wait too much, all my family in this rappin’ sh-t (?)
no, you won’t find me at the club, i bottle pop at the crib
rollin’ up and celebratin’ all of my accomplishments
it’s right here on some midas sh-t
i’m only rappin’ from my heart
if i was worried about the hits
i make some pop sh-t for the charts
in my bedroom zoning out
my chick go on the drought (?)
all the kids who rockin’ with me, ya’ll know what we talkin’ ’bout
yo it’s the end of all that fake sh-t, i’m your replacement
ain’t no difference between you rappers
ya’ll all make the same sh-t, b-tch

[chorus]
i cry myself to sleep like almost every night
i hope you know
i’m no angel
if i died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right
i hope you know
i’m no angel

[verse 2: nothing,nowhere.]
it’s the reaper creepin’ slow
i know you see me when you dreamin’
been a minute i was in it, i came back, but now i’m screamin’
beneath the scene they preachin’ to the teens about the (?), so
it seemed to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them c-notes
at night, i contemplate about my time on the earth
and every day i gotta choose between the verse and he-rs-
suicidal, anxiety inside of denial
and my head is my rival
but see, the pen is my rifle
these other rappers so concerned about the money and fame
but i got kids who tell me that they have a gun to they brain
then they put it down when they heard a line in my song
and that’s something more important than what station i’m on
ya’ll aiming straight for the charts
i’m aiming straight for the chest
i only speak from the heart
you only vibin’ the trends
you f-ckin’ goof
so try and say i’m lackin’ the juice
a body bag, i’ll wrap and tag ’em, send them back to the booth

[chorus]
i cry myself to sleep like almost every night
i hope you know
i’m no angel
if i died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right
i hope you know
i’m no angel
i cry myself to sleep like almost every night
i hope you know
i’m no angel
if i died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right
i hope you know
i’m no angel

- oliver francis

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