A bottle full of red rum, I'm drinking till the last crumb or till I'm dead numb
But don't succumb, these pussies always seem to run
Cause life ain't so much fun after ya face up in a gun
You can hear the flesh up in the drum (Boom)
Seems to me like all the homies running, but they what they really running from
I'm eyeing you looking like a bitch while your mascara run
You stuck on dumb I'm stacking funds
I got a lot to do I'm never done, I got a lot to prove but I still feel like some scum
I filled a lot of pages crammed the lines with my gun
They really don't know how hard it was where I'm coming from
Let the angels sing
Let the angels sing
Mother fucker, I let the fucking angels sing
It's at the point the man in the mirror unrecognizable
I hit the joints too many times at that amount my head gon'
But it keep me thinking so logical, that negative shit it gotta go
There's mother fuckers digging at my throat
Like the blunt roach
I keep it burning, blood's turning thick red
I must be yearning for something more
The feelings deep down under them doors
Protected by the wolves and warlords they bow under my golden sword
Machete chop you up bitch,
You touch my family just set yourself up your time is up
I keep it tucked, always had to keep my head ducked it's fucked
That's why I keep on my own till I pass the puck
Can't trust nobody, fuck
You hear the angels sing
You feel the angels ring
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