Angels
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Angels, born in hell. The game that we know so well
Angels, born in hell. Run with the game that we know so well
They burnt the bridge but want me to pay for their boat back
Don't you still owe me from 2010 for that dope sack
Ask them where the love and they just ask me where the cokes at
Empty promises will keep blowing from their smoke stack
So whack we came from the same hell they want me to go back
No jack no backtrack I'm passed that
Home I snap back on that hat rack at the last lap
The bitter taste of the cheese wasn't worth the snap of that rat trap
Angels, born in hell. Run with the game that we know so well
Angels, born in hell. Run with the game that we know so well
Yea when I was a baby my momma was
crazy born in the hood we never saw dazes.
Raised in a ghost town, may be just like your city.
We get robbed, shot, abducted just for a buck fifty.
Well I keep going on d where nobody miss me.
But I don't bet a motherfucker because I know what bliss be
Closest thing is love in these streets but for money
Baby I was born from the police I've been running.
My city don't know lavish shit around aint it funny.
The kids take your money. And the shit be fucking lucky.
Down on Wilkens ave and Famous Praton and
Monroe she will do anything for a crack and a blow
Dope boy down on the corner on ten feet of snow
Yea shops always open in the bitter fucking cold so go ahead and
Come out the hole
You know my city wicked buy it got me in the zone like
Angels, born in hell. Run with the game that we know so well
Angels, born in hell. Run with the game that we know so well
Love you Stef!