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Angels Songtext
von Rick Ross

Angels Songtext

Yeah

When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain′t get to feel it
And I can't lie, I been on my mind and I ain′t heard this killing
Too many guys been switching sides, it's only getting realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)

All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother′s true colors, ain′t have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don′t even check on

Money and violence, I'm like, "Fuck it, we wyling"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I′m like, "Fuck we, we sliding"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up
And you can't cry ′bout that street shit once you sign up

My homie called me 'bout some cash, it fucked my mind up
Niggas was biting down my back, it fucked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us
You tryna slime us


Trust getting lower as the money go up
Heart getting colder, I′ve been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain′t tripping, we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive ′cause we know that it's over
It′s over
It's over (ha-ha)
It′s over

They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like 350
Tell my youngin go, and he will spin 'til he dizzy
Feeling lucky to be my bro' before my enemies get me

And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losing, they was switching sides
They tried to win and we winning (yeah), yeah

Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run ′em over
So I ain′t even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
And problems breaking down, but now my Phantom got a chauffeur

And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I can′t even invite nobody over
Perc'ies in my body, I feel less heavy when I′m sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer

(Hope this money bring us closer)
Hope the money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders
Niggas thought that it was over


I've been doing my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up
Niggas asking when I′m dropping shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I won't want it

They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like 350
Tell my youngin go, and he will spin 'til he dizzy
Feeling lucky to be my bro′ before my enemies get me

And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losing, they was switching sides
They tried to win and we winning (yeah)

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