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letra de angels - unofficialfresh

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h-llo
you’ve reached my consciousness
i’m feeling so different..different from my past, it’s crazy, right?
i guess that he who understands it
is the only understanding that matters

see
i must be trippin’
stuck in the past
heart went missing
intuition bad, but
now i’m back
whole new swag
different vision
no jet lag
this a heavy bag
with the gucci tags
i see your hoochie mad
cause i don’t want her -ss
and my b-tch is bad
boye, run that sh-t back
from the top

i’m the coldest youngest n-gga
from the bottom
none of these younging n-ggas
want any problems
i put the mental pistol
to your chest
take it off
we can solve em’
yep, that’s right
don’t believe in violence
i’m a silent n-gga
don’t know why you trippin’
need to mind your business
i see your conscience interest
in my shine. i’m glistening
this wine is different
i’m so used to
weed smoke
corona bottles
gold t–th, hoes, baby mamas
i’m a poet now
much older, wow
thought 21 was my limit
so i drank under it
i’m spiritual rich
realist with no glitch, sh-t
really feeling it
myself and my n-ggas
if you struggled
you gone shine with us
they plotting against our dreams
d-mn
can’t believe this is really real
the way that i feel
they say that i’m ill-matic
part of me is a trap addict
but i can’t have it
changed up, now that’s magic
my hats matching my wrists
anything my girl wants, she gets
non-hesitant, non-hesitant

fits so sick with the whips on gold chrome
i said
fits so sick with the whips on gold chrome
feels like i’m home now
feels like i’m home now
fits so sick with the whips on gold chrome
i said
fits so sick with the whips on gold chrome
feels like i’m home now

none of these n-ggas can’t faze me
change me, into something fake
it’s amazing; crazy
b-tches be insane for the brain
it’s a shame we
give up everything for the fame
i’m hazy
smoking on kush
with my n-ggas from the hood
everything is all good
like i knew that it would be

angels, angels, angels, angels…

the type of a n-gga
to grind til i get it
it’s mine and i spend it
my mind on a mission
these n-ggas just wishing they had it
i’m capping these b-tches
and acting like nothing
it’s nothing to me
really, you feeling the vibe
but really
it’s money on minds all the time
no trying
i been about mine
f-ck filters
i let the c0ke dry
on window ceils
continue with popping these pills
i’m rolling
knowing that these cities is patrolling
floating
lettin’ my third eye stay wide open
all of my n-ggas is potent
molly water, patron, and its over
your b-tch on the side
tryin to get over

you can go figure
she’s a gold digger
only f-ck with the y.o.l.o. n-ggas
rolling skimpies to be rolling with us
superst-tious
believing that this
money growing on trees
so she folding on knees
fasho she gone f-ck the team
these oldie n-ggas o.d.n
but i’m the type that never like the sh-t
it don’t excite me right
i let this mike curriculum
they say that i’m not
quite sick as them
suck a d-ck
f-ck where you n-ggas from
never had a thumb in my mouth
even growing up in the south

yeah, twitter that sh-t n-gga

- unofficialfresh

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