Angels and Demons Songtext
von Stitches

Haha, yeah

I know a lot of motherfuckers plottin′, tryna get me
But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me (brr!)
I keep on rappin′ 'bout this life because I'm really ′bout it (for real)
I came up out my momma′s pussy sellin' narcotics (whoo)
People talkin′, people gon' hate
All they talkin′ is my failure, that's what they anticipate
And it ain′t my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state

I kill a motherfuck′, and I won′t think twice (brr!)
I'm the type ol′ motherfucker, that'll take the pussy′s life (for real)
Ride a chopper in my trunk, and I ain't scared to use it (pussy)
The way I pull that trigger, you could say that I abuse it
They wanna see me dead, fill my body up with lead
I use to get pounds of weed from my dawg in Homestead
And that bull was Mexicano (yeah), he was like the Soprano (José)
You′re just a fuckin' duck, I ain't talkin′ ′bout Donald (quack, quack)

I see angels and demons, I see angels and demons
I see angels and demons, I feel crazy


I know a lot of motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me
But I′ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me (brr!)
I keep on rappin' ′bout this life because I'm really ′bout it (for real)
I came up out my momma's pussy sellin' narcotics (whoo)
People talkin′, people gon′ hate
All they talkin' is my failure, that′s what they anticipate
And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk ′bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state, ay

Welcome to the mind of a maniac, where the fuckin′ choppers at?
I'm about to kill a pussy-wreck, put a hole in his snap-back (brr, brr)
Snap his neck like a Kit Kat, uh
You the type to do credit card fraud (you's a bitch)
And I′m the type to sell drugs and feed my dogs (fill that cup)
I′m payin' momma′s bills, I'm screamin′ fuck-a-deal (uh-huh)
And I don't get lost in the fame because I know this shit ain′t real (huh)

It's a cold world (for real), this shit is fucked up (hmm)
Keep on playin' ′round with me, you gon′ get shot up
I ain't never scared (never), I ain′t never scared (never)
If they knew about my life, I'd probably get the electric chair

I know a lot of motherfuckers plottin′, tryna get me
But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me (brr!)
I keep on rappin′ 'bout this life because I'm really ′bout it (for real)
I came up out my momma′s pussy sellin' narcotics (whoo)
People talkin′, people gon' hate
All they talkin′ is my failure, that's what they anticipate
And it ain′t my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state


I see angels and demons, I see angels and demons
I see angels and demons, I feel crazy