Guardian Angel

Come to pray on rappers immaculate at capping shit, Controlled Chaos
Just because we're mean don't mean we're average
We savages, the game shows you need some extra practices
What you claim is blasphemous, we ravenous
Like a pack of cannibals after smoking a stash of cannabis
Scrutinize the math and lines like some type of analyst
The crowds rambunctious, the verdict just came back unanimous
Got 'em all screaming and chanting like we the fucking champions

Yeah, I talk a lot of shit but never say what I won't do
I've been to hell and back without no change for the toll booth
Didn't have an easy pass so I was taking the long route
I'm harder than body armor, shit I guess that's my strong suit
We tryna get these millions, it'll happen in due time
I live behind these bars like my homie that's doing time
B&E with a pistol, the judge gave him 25 I hope you know that I miss you
Enough for the reminiscing, let's get back to the mission
Did I forget to mention I got flu-like symptoms
I mean I spit that sick shit, you should keep your distance
And watch your fucking mouth cause I could snap in an instant
If you think you fucking with us, you out on a limb, bro
Knock you out like Kimbo, leave your body in limbo
T.O.T.G's the symbol, hide the Tecc in my trench coat
When the bullets fly by it make it sound like the wind blow
And I swear I lost my mind, man, where did my sense go
Tryna stack my money from the ground up to the tenth floor
I'm so hungry my ribs show, so I keep my brim low
When I eat these fucking beats I make it seem so simple
Pop this nine like a pimple, wave it all at your kinfolk
Tryna get it by any means, I got it right till my pen broke
Put VA on my back, hoe 804 on the map, bro
Controlled Chaos, blow your fucking ribs through your backbone

Now I've come to prey on rappers who immaculate at capping shit
Controlled Chaos just because we're mean don't mean we're average, we're savages
Your game shows you need some extra practices
What you claim is blasphemous, we're ravenous
Like a pack of cannibals after smoking a stash of cannabis
Scrutinize the math and lines just like some type of analyst
The crowds rambunctious, the verdict just came back unanimous
Got 'em all screaming and chanting like we the fucking champions

Look I'm pro-choice but it's too late to abort this
Ceo, battle stations, call troops, deploy ships
When we fire off can't nobody avoid this
Nonchalaunt when I aim cause these bullets enormous
And I ain't even gotta focus
Cause once I get you in the scope I unload cause I know that I won't miss
Oh shit he soulless (nah)
Bi-polar was the diagnosis on this microphone, I'm ferocious
To all of my opponents y'all atrocious
You know this, you're hopeless
You better think twice before you approach this
So obviously clear to see, obviously clear to me
Obviously Ruda so it's obviously quality
What's inside of me is honestly a product of an ever-changing modesty
And probably, consciously beginning to understand that I'm a prodigy
My biology and my psychology combined with my astrology
Combined with my flow creates a fucking anomaly
Subconsciously I know it'd be an atrocity
To become a commodity and sell my only soul for a rotten fee
So I compose and flex patience, sit back and think fuck it's astonishing
All these gold bars that I'm about to be depositing
From all of my documents, lines filled to the brim with vowels and consonants
Streaming on every continent, 5-7 but feeling 7-5 with all this confidence