Fallen Angel
Runnin' from the police back when I was thirteen
I had to get me a dollar before I'm thirty
I was starvin' and stealin', chasin' big dreams
I ain't got no love for this shit
They did me dirty
Told my momma I'm sorry
You don't know my stories
This ain't sweet so with you
I can't be honest
Hittin' notes in the key
I'm a pianist
Screamin' loyalty first
'Till I'm under my grave
Back 2014, I was makin' money
I was hungry
Where I'm from is dirty plus my vision was blurry
I was just a lil kid tryna avoid the reality
Thinkin' 'bout guala like I hit the lottery
My brother told me he don't wanna breath
He saw his momma crying over dollar bills
I said I want you to believe in me
Imma make it seem like a movie scene
Don't worry 'bout me I've been through it all
Please don't try me I'm with my bros
I'm not a killer but Imma shoot at y'all
Just leave me 'lone I'm just tryna ball
I got my family, my people, my brothers
I can't stop, gotta go hard under pressure
I ain't gon' lie my life is a gamble
It turned me to a paper chaser
Runnin' from the police back when I was thirteen
I had to get me a dollar before I'm thirty
I was starvin' and stealin', chasin' big dreams
I ain't got no love for this shit
They did me dirty
Told my momma I'm sorry
You don't know my stories
This ain't sweet so with you
I can't be honest
Hittin' notes in the key
I'm a pianist
Screamin' loyalty first
'Till I'm under my grave
I had to get me a dollar before I'm thirty
I was starvin' and stealin', chasin' big dreams
I ain't got no love for this shit
They did me dirty
Told my momma I'm sorry
You don't know my stories
This ain't sweet so with you
I can't be honest
Hittin' notes in the key
I'm a pianist
Screamin' loyalty first
'Till I'm under my grave
Back 2014, I was makin' money
I was hungry
Where I'm from is dirty plus my vision was blurry
I was just a lil kid tryna avoid the reality
Thinkin' 'bout guala like I hit the lottery
My brother told me he don't wanna breath
He saw his momma crying over dollar bills
I said I want you to believe in me
Imma make it seem like a movie scene
Don't worry 'bout me I've been through it all
Please don't try me I'm with my bros
I'm not a killer but Imma shoot at y'all
Just leave me 'lone I'm just tryna ball
I got my family, my people, my brothers
I can't stop, gotta go hard under pressure
I ain't gon' lie my life is a gamble
It turned me to a paper chaser
Runnin' from the police back when I was thirteen
I had to get me a dollar before I'm thirty
I was starvin' and stealin', chasin' big dreams
I ain't got no love for this shit
They did me dirty
Told my momma I'm sorry
You don't know my stories
This ain't sweet so with you
I can't be honest
Hittin' notes in the key
I'm a pianist
Screamin' loyalty first
'Till I'm under my grave
Credits
Writer(s): Gilwoong Cho
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