Everyone's an angel 'til they fall Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Feel like I'm I God's favorite, they tell me I made it For this lifestyle, I made promises I'm breakin', oh, oh, oh For this lifestyle, I spent all my nights out Married the trenches, I said my life vows Mama, I'm too deep in, I might drown, oh, oh, oh Like a quarterback, I stand in the field I be thinkin' back like damn, shit was real, uh, uh Thuggin' with my hoodie on, time to get my bully on Crazy I feel good he gone, this new pack come from cooking strong Adapted to my habitat, it's time the cut them fullies on Better watch who you rappin' at, we kill shit just for lookin' wrong Slidin' back to back in these double R's, we just came and got what was ours Grindin' all day tryna slim my chances that I'd be stuck tomorrow Fuck a job, trappin' all four seasons, shit ain't no facade Hunt him raw, please excuse my demons or take that up with God No, you can't halfway step, yeah, my lil' sliders, they crept Only got half a face left, steady throwin' up signs up like they deaf And my shorty keep earning stripes, look like he tryna play ref They just gon' keep burnin' pipes, them members'll die for they rep, gang
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