Angels

Yo
I want to be as rich as Hov, I wanna be as cool as Obama
I wanna be like Chance The Rapper
'Cause I swear none of these niggas want no problems like
No way, José
I never met a male role model in my life
So I had to look up niggas like MJ & Kobe
That's why I ball tremendous
I'm real over here, boy, I'm all authentic
I may Ben Wallace & become all defensive
But these bars that I shoot I come off offensive
I ain't hard to mention, just @ me
That Twitter app is mad useful
But I been feelin' trapped because my skin tinted
But I have to realize I'm so fruitful
They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the
Juice, so I may not be sweet enough, yeah
I don't know why they don't believe us
Free juice like I ain't seen a glove
I mean, I be rappin' shit I hope you brought the bow
The truth, the lie, I hope you brought them both
We slave away until we meet our maker
Hoping god want me in heaven cause I'm tryna go, I'm just sayin'

Yeah!
I'm just tellin' you what I want, ya know
I can tell them what you want from me now if you want me to
Hey

She want me to spill my emotions like Drake
She said be as real as J. Cole
She said don't be like these new rappers
'Cause new rappers ain't got no soul man

Damn!
I mean I feel you but

I just want to be as rich as Hov, I wanna be as cool as Obama
I wanna be like Chance The Rapper
'Cause I swear none them guys want no problems, girl
They want none
That's when she told me, she said

Why you keep playin' me to the left
Like I'm some type of regular chick
Tellin' me that if the memories wasn't so bad then
Maybe we could make it
You acting like you're the only one that felt pain
Like mines was just invalid, like what I felt didn't mean shit
Like those tears I cried didn't mean shit



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Writer(s): Jordan Reddington
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