Demons & Angels
I think I got some demons, can you turn them to my angel for me?
I think I got some demons, can you turn them to my angel for me?
Talk to shit and swallow spit, rockin' gigs and coppin' bricks
Pots and pens and glocks and sticks, I'm not your man, I'm toxic bitch
Smokin' milk and smokin' death, been findin' life, just found a wife
Burnin' up your block, burnin' up your block
Smoking milk and smoking dope and finding life just found a way
I've been doing good these days, I'm wondering if God alright
Burning wits and turning tricks, I just wanna live in peace
Bitches don't mean shit to me, yo Layla in here kissing feet
And I'm out here standing still, my niggas died, this can't be real
And I'm out here standing still, my nigga died, this can't be real
Posted by my mimic crib, I'm activist and zen and piff
I'm be one, be friends for real, my best friend started sucking dick
Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me
I think I got some demons, can you turn them to my angels for me?
Hey, let's go play hide and seek Scrap up and roll down your ski
Kill him cause he waste my time I robbed him in his diamond cheap
I'm hungry, dawg, it's time to eat Hop in,
Let's go out and creep Jeepers, creepers, finders, keepers Snatch and grab
He can't be found
I put a couple niggas down so I got smoke from all around
If a nigga don't fuck with me His mammy'll owe his daddy a clamp
Made some niggas go far away
And leave just sitting here scared to town burning up your block
Burning up the whole town, let's go
I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous I'm a demon, but I'm an angel, too
Took him on the Empire's way he killed a nigga and then he made the news
Slide on the up in Clarks but do it with Reeboks in my faded shoes
Two gangsters for a week,bitch I don't want no sweet bitch, want my lady rude
KTB kill that boy, kill that bitch Kill that baby, too
They know I'm around, go get him They know I'll kill him, but I've been saving, dude
Slide on the up in Clarks
They don't leave no marks in them, my favorite shoes
Yeah, you pussy-ass niggas don't know nothing about them Clarks
We'll slide in the time of the day ain't gotta be dark
I'ma cut those niggas for real, I ain't got no heart
I'm a sniper gang, I slid in the whole DM I just sent her a dart
Sitting in the snow in Colorado so I can fart
Yeah, I was selling crack, I bought an
Ashton Ashton
I got a whole lot of guns, they in the cab
Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, Ashton
I think I got some demons, can you turn them to my angel for me?
Talk to shit and swallow spit, rockin' gigs and coppin' bricks
Pots and pens and glocks and sticks, I'm not your man, I'm toxic bitch
Smokin' milk and smokin' death, been findin' life, just found a wife
Burnin' up your block, burnin' up your block
Smoking milk and smoking dope and finding life just found a way
I've been doing good these days, I'm wondering if God alright
Burning wits and turning tricks, I just wanna live in peace
Bitches don't mean shit to me, yo Layla in here kissing feet
And I'm out here standing still, my niggas died, this can't be real
And I'm out here standing still, my nigga died, this can't be real
Posted by my mimic crib, I'm activist and zen and piff
I'm be one, be friends for real, my best friend started sucking dick
Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me
I think I got some demons, can you turn them to my angels for me?
Hey, let's go play hide and seek Scrap up and roll down your ski
Kill him cause he waste my time I robbed him in his diamond cheap
I'm hungry, dawg, it's time to eat Hop in,
Let's go out and creep Jeepers, creepers, finders, keepers Snatch and grab
He can't be found
I put a couple niggas down so I got smoke from all around
If a nigga don't fuck with me His mammy'll owe his daddy a clamp
Made some niggas go far away
And leave just sitting here scared to town burning up your block
Burning up the whole town, let's go
I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous I'm a demon, but I'm an angel, too
Took him on the Empire's way he killed a nigga and then he made the news
Slide on the up in Clarks but do it with Reeboks in my faded shoes
Two gangsters for a week,bitch I don't want no sweet bitch, want my lady rude
KTB kill that boy, kill that bitch Kill that baby, too
They know I'm around, go get him They know I'll kill him, but I've been saving, dude
Slide on the up in Clarks
They don't leave no marks in them, my favorite shoes
Yeah, you pussy-ass niggas don't know nothing about them Clarks
We'll slide in the time of the day ain't gotta be dark
I'ma cut those niggas for real, I ain't got no heart
I'm a sniper gang, I slid in the whole DM I just sent her a dart
Sitting in the snow in Colorado so I can fart
Yeah, I was selling crack, I bought an
Ashton Ashton
I got a whole lot of guns, they in the cab
Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, Ashton
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Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Bill Kapri
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