Tears of an Angel

Man these bullets ain't got no titles we holy shit like the bible
Always bout it im a lifer I don't know kodak but know snipers
We hittaz like michael myers never speaking on the wire
Give fuck about your attire we murdering shit for the hire

Man this shit just ain't a game with me
I done lost so much so some shit just ain't same wit me
Like bein alone if they worried just tell 'em pray for me
Really put some people in position then act like I don't
Hurt to realize that your brother really not your bro
Hurt to know I love gotta treat you like I really don't
Woulda did whatever til you showed me that you really won't
You can ask whoever I'm the realest that you had wit you
I just need distance Nigga I ain't even mad wit you

Thuggin all in our pictures fore niggas was posting captions
Jumping in all the action we thuggin with automatics
Left alone one of your bitches and nigga just had to have it
She said she did it to spite you I hope that it made her happy
Gotta keep me a pistol cause Niggas got slick ambitions
My nigga fresh out the system he said that's its back to business
Tried to let it to be I feed the streets so now I'm back forreal
Pistol on my hip im in the whip its on my lap forreal
She don't understand she asking me why I'm strapped for real
I done seen some people leave ain't make it back it for real
So I got a forty kuz shorty need me am I greedy
I'm just tryna see the shit that my daddy ain't end up seeing
So stop wit all of the flexing I'm telling you take it easy
Have you left in there with them doctors who checking on if you breathing
They can't even find a pulse I don't think that your shit is beating
I ain't even wanna hurt him but fuck it Nigga get even



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Writer(s): King Stunna
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