Angels 'n Demons
Spooky Locz
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As I collide with my other side
Demons coming to effect
Blazing up the chopper looking for suckers so I can disrespect
Time to put in some work and aim for the head
I got a homeboy that feels the same way and he said
I got your back and it what is at stake
Red rag across the face, strapped with the gauge
Pistol gripping on you, pump pump away
Murder on my mind 1-8-7-1 trey
So the guns blaze to brighten up the night
Leave you looking like Swiss cheese not only just a slice
It's nothing nice with no mercy towards the enemy
Sanitize the streets so I can get away clean
Banging the 14 and now I'm getting super faded
Spooky from the north still like a gang related
Bringing heat to the table now they saying that I'm hated
But that's the way I wanna be so keep on hating me
I try to sleep but I'm feeling like something is near
I don't respond to the voices in my head I hear
My mind is gone but the vision to my point is clear
I will be strong even though I feel my death is near
The demons calling me I feel the voices getting near
Paranoid off doja smoke a gram of coke and 50 hen
Corrupted by my city sin for bitches under dividends
A product of a dying gene been cursed since birth to be this man
Born a wolf can't die a lamb
Golden boy no Uncle Sam
Got choppers like the Taliban
Niggas hate they been mad
Straight up like Zig Zag
You still fake you been fag
Sideways stepping round my parts will get you toe tagged
30 On my lap and it's a fact I'll let you hold that
Leave that bitch around my crowd you might not get your hoe back
All my homies solid catch bodies but don't recall that
Punk ass niggas hating you faking you need to fall back
Lost my patience waiting I'm breaking now give me all that
Say what you was saying no playing but where your balls at
Got game like Kane the slang stuffed in the raw rap
Been the same won't change on everything I promise that
I try to sleep but I'm feeling like something is near
I don't respond to the voices in my head I hear
My mind is gone but the vision to my point is clear
I will be strong even though I feel my death is near
I got demons in my sleep so I'm tripping on the daily
Quick to pull the trigger no and if's or maybe's
Living life on the edge am I gonna fall
Cops slipping or back behind them prison walls
Bandana on my face pistol on my waist
All my boys killers they ain't tripping on a case
No space no trace no evidence
Funk breaks give chase no hesitance
Eyes open but my ears to the street
Riding dirty killers in the back seat
Talk cheap feel the heat from the gun blast
Heartbeat gone cease suckers don't last
Ain't changed still the same homie bout mines
Got homies passed away others doing time
Wicked things on my mind demons in my sleep
I stay down for the cause till I'm six feet
I try to sleep but I'm feeling like something is near
I don't respond to the voices in my head I hear
My mind is gone but the vision to my point is clear
I will be strong even though I feel my death is near