Ripped Off My Wings & Halo
Die by the grave, carried by the six
Kendrick came through with an extended clip
Run through your block
Give me all your shit
Ruby rose up and he took your soul quick
$crim with the ape
He's swinging that bitch
Decapitate a body never slip
Fuck what you talking about
Run through a sucka' house
Taking the jewels
And the money is what I'm about
God
I done rose up from the grave
Died in the morning came back in three days
Fell from the heavens, I couldn't be saved
The wings on my back are actually really fake
Burn up the church and slip on the ashes
I'll piss on your tomb, disappear like it's magic
I'll catch you in traffic
I'm bringing in havoc
You runnin' your mouth
And you can't turn to static
Shit get dramatic, don't you get it twisted
I'm moving in silence and never caught slipping
I came from the bottom
I never lose vision
Ramirez that shit, boy you better be killing
I'm gifted and fucking the game
Doing my thing
Smoking my dro and I'm switching the lane
Came out 'bout to flame
Bitch
Y'all niggas hurry up
Go in there, book them niggas and get the fucking out and don't be playin'
Dog? Caine? You hear what I'm sayin'?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back
So we can stab out
I'm gonna be chillin' right here
Kendrick came through with an extended clip
Run through your block
Give me all your shit
Ruby rose up and he took your soul quick
$crim with the ape
He's swinging that bitch
Decapitate a body never slip
Fuck what you talking about
Run through a sucka' house
Taking the jewels
And the money is what I'm about
God
I done rose up from the grave
Died in the morning came back in three days
Fell from the heavens, I couldn't be saved
The wings on my back are actually really fake
Burn up the church and slip on the ashes
I'll piss on your tomb, disappear like it's magic
I'll catch you in traffic
I'm bringing in havoc
You runnin' your mouth
And you can't turn to static
Shit get dramatic, don't you get it twisted
I'm moving in silence and never caught slipping
I came from the bottom
I never lose vision
Ramirez that shit, boy you better be killing
I'm gifted and fucking the game
Doing my thing
Smoking my dro and I'm switching the lane
Came out 'bout to flame
Bitch
Y'all niggas hurry up
Go in there, book them niggas and get the fucking out and don't be playin'
Dog? Caine? You hear what I'm sayin'?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back
So we can stab out
I'm gonna be chillin' right here
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Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez
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